Book Of Demons..

Respect For What They Don't Say.

Bedsheets soaked in blood. He's wanting this to end. For the pain to cease. He's done with all the blood, but the scars are proof of all this hate. What is there to hate? You ask. You're family is together, you've got your money, you've got it all. It's hard to keep a smile on his face as he walks silently away. They ask him what he has to hate. What's so bad he can't pull through? This is what he has to say:

I hate my life! I hate the world! I hate my so called family! They're fucking perfect, yes, but they're only perfect without me. I hate the scars! I hate the lies! I hate the knives slicing me! I hate these memories! Every time I try to change I just hurt someone else instead of myself. I fucking hate these things! All I am is an accident to my fucking perfect family.. My "friends" just say I fail at everything. How could anyone care about me? A fuck up. An accident. Nothing more than a waste of oxygen. I hate my weight, I hate my grades, I hate my school, I hate everyone that's ever been around me. How could anyone care about someone who's a failure at death itself? Could someone ever really give a fuck about me? I'm a lost hope. I've sold my soul to the devil. Now all that's left to do is wait for my descent into hell. I'm quite looking forward to it 'cause I think this life here is still worse. Nobody could ever give a fuck about me.

This is what he hates. But he can't find the words to say. And you probably wouldn't listen anyway. If you did wouldn't you mock him for his honesty? Some people can't understand what this even means. But would anyone even care? Would anyone try to help him through? He's just barely holding on each day. Yet all he needs to save his life is for you to reach out your hand. But you won't because you don't know what he's going through. You don't know how much worse off he is than you. So the slight smile prevails saying everything's okay. That little smile before he walks away. If only he had the words to tell you what he hates would you even listen? Or would you be the one walking away?..

Just something I wrote a few nights ago. Tell me what you think.