I walked through the halls I once viewed as a home. My home.
Blood coated the walls some old some new.
Yet the most disturbing thing was the 7 bodies that lay on the floor .
7 people that I trusted with my life. 7 people who tried. 7 people who cared. Or so I thought.
But most importantly they were the 7 people who made life worth living. All of them lay upon the floor .
Yet I feel no remorse nor sadness despite all the good memories I will always remember them for the betrayal, the pain and the suffering
The hate emanates from me.
Rage consumes me. I cant feel
I can't hear
I can't see
I can't smell
I just can't...
and now I'm ready to embrace that
I'm ready to face the world where people show there real selves
I'm ready to be broken
Because now I am willing to fight back
This time I will not shy away. This time I will not run. This time I will open my eyes and face the hell of a reality we live in.
I'm ready to live.
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