Short Stories?

Rubies

I,

Am a terrible person.

I'm sorry mom,

I'm not as nice as you thought I was.

I'm sorry dad,

I'm not as strong as you thought I was.

I'm sorry my littler sibling,

I have not been a good sibling.

I'm sorry my friends,

For I should not have taken things out on you.

I should have never unleashed the demons to plague you with my presence.

I should'v kept them in,

But I did not.

Upon judgment, 

I say,

I dare say,

"I was never good in the first place"

I have no place to be in.

I'm not as sweet as you thought.

I'm not as kind as you thought.

I am short-tempered,

Cruel,

And a foul beast.

A beast that should've been slain,

From the moment it was born.

The red the wells up from within,

Fresh and laced a metallic scent.

With a silver blade,

I sever my pale flesh to reveal the oozing rubies,

So sweet and divine these rubies are.

They are precious. 

More precious than gold,

Silver,

or any jewel.

This liquid ruby is more valuable than diamond.

The pounding melody the resonates in my head.

The melody that I hum when I walk.

The hum that I sang in the shower.

That haunts me to my sleep.

To release the rubies from their sacks and toss them away,

Foolish they say,

Righteous they say.

How I tell those around that their liquid ruby should not be spilled,

But I wish to spill my own.

As I ponder,

Weary from lack of sleep

And the night growing older from each second.

I rest,

To rise again,

To live a grey life again.

How I wait for the day where I can spill the rubies in peace.