Hell raised me better than love did.

I'm tired�"
of running,
of hiding in the shadows of pain,
of eyes piercing into my soul like bullets.

I never asked to be different.

If I could change, I would.
But I can’t�"
because this is just the way things are.

I want to feel loved.
Appreciated.
But the only warmth I ever feel
is people burning their hatred into me.

The only hands that ever reached for me
were the shadows�"
the dark corners of life
where hell is a paradise,
and heaven is a fantasy.

Where the word death
becomes a daily prayer,
just to escape
the pain of this world.

Or maybe it’s more welcoming there�"
than this clique-based life
where sensitivity is a sin,
where emotion is a crime,
and people like me
are burned at the stake for feeling too much.

Or maybe we’re just paranoid.

Maybe we never truly gave,
so we never truly received.

Or maybe...
we should all just die.

Author's Note

sorry if it might feel suicidal but i felt like i had to write cause we cant hide from the truth forever no matter how much it hurts

Reviews

[MCS]

This reading made me sad that you are dealing with those who really don’t take the time to see you. Being out of step is difficult. However, you are not alone; many of us fall into that category. I am one of those. I was given some words of wisdom early on. Develop the courage to be disliked! Well penned dear poet.

[williams]

thank you very much I will take those words to heart