Dear Devil,
Do you even think? Do you even care? Is it possible for you to think of anyone but yourself? I guess not. If you did, then I wouldn’t be living in hell.
Do you know how many times I cried? Probably not, I never showed you. You never offered a hug. Just screams. So many nights I spent, curled up in the corner. My body shaking uncontrollably.
I’m not like you, I never will be. Stop comparing me to you. We will never think the same. You see the world full of evil. All I see is people living their lives. Like how I should live mine.
You never see the true me. I’m not the same around you. I don’t fear you. I fear what you say. Nothing good ever comes from that mouth. Only hate. Just another thing to make me miserable.
I swear that’s the truth. You don’t know what you are doing. You live in your own world. Thinking you are some princess. Or other BS like that. Me? Well I see you as a racist, hypocritical, know it all bitch. Maybe you don’t go out in the rain because you’re a witch and you’ll melt.
You fear so much. But there is nothing to fear. So just let me live my life.
I’m sick of these chains. I’m sick of the suffering. I’m sick of it all. All the BS that comes out of your mouth. The fucking fairies that live in your head. I want to live my life. But I’m your prisoner. And the bars won’t break.
I would run away if I knew where to go. I would kill myself if it didn’t hurt so many people. So open your eyes. Because I’m hanging on by my fingernails.
Love,
Me
