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The MonsterIf it so happened that I died tonight
Ended the pain, the loathing, the fights
Give into temptation, sweet bliss is here
No longer depression be something to fear
Ending the days of my useless existence
And the fruitless search for someone to listen
Gaining no ground on my pointless endeavour
Silence be reached, for now and forever
For years I have dealt with types of abuse
From verbal to physical, sexual too
Been beaten, molested, yelled at as well
Told I was going straight down to hell
Never have I been one of the masses
The one with braces, hand-me-downs, and glasses
Always been picked on, from childhood throughout
Learning nothing in time, but hatred and doubt
There is only so much a person can take
Straining and bending until they just break
Evolving into nothing but a shell
And if they just died, it'd be just as well
And here we reach a crossroads, my friend
Keep stumbling on, or just let it end?
This cycle is cursed to always continue
How much fight could you have left in you?
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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