Hey guys! It's MessengerAngel! I deided to write something darker because I'm not really in the best mood. Dx I hope you like it even though I arn you, it is sad.
What is the point of life if you aren't actually living it? When you cannot smile. When your sorrow hangs on your shoulders, like a thousand chains. Each link holding a memory of your pain. Your misery written plainly on your face. In fact, it has eroded all traces of happiness. Erased smiles and replaced them with frowns. When each beat of your heart sends renewed agony throughout your being. Your very soul is corrupted by the horrors of reality. You've been bruised and beaten by the words that were carelessly spoken.
I wonder if I should even take another breath. It's not like they would miss me. I'm just there. he thought bitterly.
No one has seen or believed in you. Your heart begins to beat to the sad song which is your life. Each beat sending a fresh waven of pain through your bloodstream. Your voice loses all laughter, until you sound like a robot. Midlessly repeating automated responses such as, "I'm okay."
I'm not. I'm sick and worthless. No one ever wanted me before, so why would they want me now. They only appreciate me when I do what they want. he thought, rage filling his corrupted mind.
How much ca a person take? How much hate must they bear? Before they crack. When is it too late? When the cracks are obviously displayed? Can't we prevent them from being too far off? Why must we only care for someone only when they have something we want, or when it is too late.
Except no one would miss me. I could disappear and it would be as if I had never existed.
Why are people so deceitful? Faking emotions to gain. Personal gain. Why must we be so selfish? Why can't we at least work together without the hat and discrimination? Why do parents hate their children because they are gay? Why do friends turn against each other in the quest for popularity? Why do we mock people because of their differences? Those very differences make us all unique. The people who bully those brave enough to stand against the crowd, are al th same. Snivelling cowards who hide behind the false tough exteriors, for the fear of being mocked. That is petty and sick.
Everyone thinks I'm sinful because of who I love. she thought, sadness creeping up on her. Because I am a lesbian, I am going to hell.
In this time, love is supposed to bond us together, not spread us apart. We should love whomever we choose because love is just love, andit doesn'thave any discrimination, so why should you?
This is more of a rant than a sory. Sorry for wasting your time, I just needed to write out my thoughts. Or else I probably would've exploded. Hope I got through to some people.
MessengerAngel~~~