To Butcher And Cut

Cut.

It's such a … nice word. Sounds exactly like it is.

Cuuuuuuttttttt.

It's an … it's an … what did my English teacher call it? Oono … onomato … it doesn't matter.

Butcher.

That's another good word.

Butcher.

So describing.

Ok, by now you're either think that I'm some kind of weirdo that runs around at night slaughtering people. And no matter what some people think or say … I'm not.

Not now anyway.

Now you're probably thinking that I'm a butcher. I'm not though.

I do practice my work on animals though. Don't worry. I'm not hurting anyone. Not a single person.

No one.

Nothing.

The … thing I work on? Don't worry. He doesn't mind.

How do I know?

He's me naturally.

Ok, ok, I yet again, know what you're thinking. You're either thinking, a, what the hell is this boy on, and where can I get some or b, ok, where's the phone number for that councillor again?

But don't worry. Seriously, it's fine. It … it reminds me that I'm alive. That I matter, even if it's only for a few minutes. No one else thinks that, you see.

Worthless.

Murderer.

Monster.

Demon.

They think that I don't know what everyone says … but I do. I always have. Ever since that girl made excuses about why she couldn't play with me … I've known. Or at least, I've become … aware of it. I know what they say now, what they think.

What they say when they think that no one else will care.

They're right you know.

No one else cares.

My family? I have none.

Friends? Again, I have none.

I remember, I always tried for so long to try to keep them from finding out! But … someone always told. Someone always saw fit to end my pathetic happiness.

Someone always told.

So, I've made it so that no one can ever tell again.

I was going to kill them all … but that would prove what they've always thought about me, and as fun as it would be, I've decided against it.

So I took the coward's way out.

I really don't care. Suicide is my way of finally telling the world that they can all rot and burn in hell for all I care.

Because I don't.

Not anymore.

Maybe I once did …

But not any more.

To whoever finds this … don't even try to tell my 'family' that I said that I love them.

I know no one respects me in life, so don't try to start when I'm dead hypocrite.

I've been broken, rejected, hurt too many times to believe in love.

So, I'm going to end it.

Cut.

Nice word that.

Butcher.

Even nicer.

The End

A.N Ok, let's start this. I don't believe in suicide, I believe that what is the point of worsening the problem when it can probably be resolved. But what I'm saying here is that it was the weight of other people's words that bought this guy down. He eventually committed suicide, the ultimate end, just because no one else would take the time of day just to say hi.

So say hi to the people you love. Take five seconds to ask them how their day went … otherwise you may end up having to attend your best friend's funeral.

And the worst feeling in the world is knowing that you could've prevented it.

But, in a way, this really represents how I'm feeling today … So yeah.