I am Hate, I am Darkness, I am Here To Steal Your Joy

My eyes are bleeding. Clear liquid pours out and cascades like little brooks across my face. I feel nothing. I feel everything. All the pain in the world seems to have settled on my chest and it’s heavy. It’s too heavy. I can’t bear this load anymore.

My eyes are bleeding. Every time I close my eyes and think of what happened, the floodgates open and it rains. It pours. I cover my mouth to stop the thunder from escaping, and let the rain pour a little longer.

My eyes are bleeding. It hurts. Oh, how it hurts. I cover my face in shame. I do not want anyone to see my weakness. I don’t want them to know that my tough skin is only one inch thick, easily cracked open by misplaced words and actions.

My eyes are bleeding. “How did I let this happen to me?” “How CAN I let this happen to me?” I always ask myself. But I never get an answer, just more pain, more tears, more shame.

My eyes are bleeding. But this time, I’m not gong to frantically wipe the blood away. I want it to stain my face in ruby red. I want to walk around and stare each demon in the face until they are vanquished by the intensity of my pain. I want to take a picture and scorch it into the memory of man

and it will the first and last thing it sees every day until the death of its ego.

 

 

 

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