Something I Just Thought Up.

[liapenguinqueen]

“Is anybody listening?”
Yes I’m here.
“can you hear me when I call?”
Of course I can.
“Shooting Signals in the air, because I need somebody’s help”
I can help.
“I can’t make it on my own, so I’m giving up myself,”
Let me take you in
“Is anybody listening? Listening?”
I am.
I always am.
But why do things seem to be so flurry all the time?
Oh, the wet things coming out of my eyes?
They’re just a defect in my programming.
Crying?
No.
There’s no such thing.
Emotions are overrated,
They only bring you hurt.
Why would I waste my time on them?
Love?
Love can make you happy?
Then why does love make the wet things fall down your creamy skin?
Why does love make the red stuff flow where it shouldn’t?
Why does love make that organ in your chest pound, then stop?
How can something so cruel make you happy?
Honestly I could never understand you -human beings-
Me?
I’m not human.
I’m devoid of feelings.
I need no love
No caring
No Emotions.
How can you be so happy, when such horrible things are happening?
What are you going to do?
You can’t do anything.
Tell me.
What can you do?
That’s what I thought.
Nothing.
I’m not dead.
Neither am I alive.
I’m just,
Here.
Don’t look at me like that
I know what I’m talking about.
I don’t need to feel such hurt.
Like I used to.
I can’t deal with the pain, the suffering.
The agony.
Love?
Yes I was in love once.
Once.
And I was torn to pieces,
That cursed organ torn up on the floor,
The red liquid flowing around it.
The blue things mixing in, blurring my vision.
I don’t need this.
I don’t need this.