We Are Nothing

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AN: if u a feeling suicidal, suffering from depression, or cutting. Please don't read this. This is a very dark poem. You have been warned.

Alone.

Empty.

Nothing.

Trapped within a Black Hole .

Just the two of us.

Without needs

Without desire

I am feared by everyone.

I have been ignored my entire life.

Everyone hates me .

My existence as a person is blurred from reality.

Many have tried to kill me .

Many has died because of me.

Without hope.

Without fear.

Unwanted.

My father sees me as nothing but a weapon meant to be controlled.

My parents dies the very same night I was born.

I slowly become insane.

I have always been dead inside.

I'm nothing but a "demon" in disguise.

I have been told I am the reincarnation of one.

My mother gave her life for me. I am responsible for her death.

I am a masochist.

I am a sadist.

"Freak!!!"

"Monster!!!"

"Demon!!!"

"You're nothing but a burden."

"You are mine to control!"

"You are a curse to this village."

"Go back  to hell where you came from!!!"

Blood follows me everywhere I go.

Cuts wonder all over my body.

Loneliness and Darkness is my friend.

Despair and fear are my allies.

That what we represent.

That's what we are.

That what we was.

This is what we will be.

"Die!!!"

"Go kill yourself!!!"

"Your existence is meaningless."

"My wife died because of you!!!"

"My brother still in a comma cause of you!!!"

"Why are you even alive???"

That's right, I don't deserve happiness.

Love is something I will never have.

Being clothed and wear shoes aren't a given nor earned without working for it.

Food and hygiene are gifts. You don't need them.

I yearn for death.

I yearn for death.

But there's always one

Who wants us alive .

Who believe we should live.

And without intention

We cling to that person.

Only to be betrayed by them

To be used by them

To figure out their evil intentions at the end.

There is nothing for us.

Freaks.

Monsters.

Demons.

Burdens.

We are nothing.

We are empty inside.

Never truly alive.

We stick together.

Freaks and monsters are only accepted by their own kind.

Nothing for us expect the void.





For.

We.

Are.

Truly.

Nothing.





AN: so yeah I'm back.... Gone for like forever. Phone was off for like a whole year. Yeah, life's been real. Been using friends wifi to read. So I will be having more coming out. Two more actually, their dark to just not as bad as this one.  I am working on them currently. So look forward to that.




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