Why did I give up for a second for that one moment of weakness. That single second of pity that concerns no one for no one wants to wishes to help me. I kill all who look upon me with eyes of shame, distrust, the anger, and the pain. They don't even no me. They don't even care. As I stand alone walking. I find people of distorted images. Their faces of nothing but their eyes a glow. But do I tell you that I am not here to let you push me any further. SO I grasp your throats and squeeze and choke. You so that your last breaths are as painful as my life. I suffer inside and you wonder why.
So I whisper in your ear "I am not afraid of you any more"
So you die, so I live, and so I kill you and let your soul roam. Forever with no end to this pain. Just to give you a small taste. Of what I go through each and every day. I hide behind a shell that you see and I gave you a small piece of the pain in me.
