They ruined my life.
And now here I sit alone
"Kill yourself" they said
"We all hate you" they said
And it hurt, badly
It hurt so much, he wanted to die
He wanted to die because he felt useless
He wanted to die because he wanted to prove himself that he would
He didn't want to be here
But he's still alive; a body without a soul and a spirit
It's hard to laugh
It's hard to smile
It's hard to be angry
Because a body without a soul, a spirit, is just a vessel
A vessel for someone to take over
The heart inside is dead
It no longer works
It doesn't hurt
At least not anymore
But one thing he does know
That nobody else knows
Is that..
It's not over
He will fight
He will scream
He will shake; full of anger
But he won't break
Nobody can break him
Not today
Not tomorrow
Not Ever
For he is the one who seeks
Pain, Anger, and Sadness
He seeks for strength, and justice
Not fights
Though he will if needed..
They can fill him with lies
Even spread them to make them seem innocent
To make him the criminal and them the victim
He don't seek bloodshed
maybe-maybe
He doesn't know
What else is there to do?
What else can he do?
Why is he still alive?
Because he did not break
He didn't break because he is strong
His real friends made him strong
The ones who are there for him
Who listen to him
Who help him
Not the ones who don't listen
Not the ones who don't support him
The ones who left him in complete darkness- Darkness...
It's dark
