Works of a Suicide

"Shut up." I glared at the kid. I looked back at Xavier. "Look into his eyes. Do you not see it, the hurt, the pain, the screaming for someone to notice the pain. Do you not see how much he just wants to be saved, like everyone else." I looked back at Thomas. "I didn't think you did. You see, most don't see it until it's too late. Then it ends in suicide. No one sees it coming until that person ends up dead. Then you notice them, then you notice the pain. Their suffering. Meds don't help, what you want to talk to someone who just asks 'What's wrong?' Like everyone else? When they don't understand.

"Tell me, have you felt betrayed. Have you had your heart broken? Where it hurts so much and no one notices. Where you're crying yourself to sleep. Only repeating 'No one cares. They're just pretending. They're only interested. They don't care. No one does. No one will notice when I'm gone, they'll smile again without me. They'll just forget about my existance. They hate me anyway, so what does it matter? I should just die. I don't matter. I'm just a waste of space. This world is so broken and stupid. They just don't understand. I'll answer them with 'I'm fine' because they don't give a damn anyway. So why should I bother trying?' Huh? Answer me. Have you felt that way. As if your world is crashing down and piece by piece is hitting the ground, you feel it. And it hurts. Yeah it hurts, it hurts like hell. And you can't stop it because no one is there for you who understands. Because the one's you trust broke you. ----

ON HOLD. SADLY.