We are the hated.
The ones that had a true grip on reality
and looked different from what everyone considered normal.
Nobody liked how you dressed,
so you cast them all out as enemies.
They did the same to you before you did.
They bullied you and, threatened to hurt you.
You gave into all the pain and picked up the blade.
You gave into their hatred and pressed the blade against your wrist and sliced it ever so slightly.
You realize it’s the only emotion you can control and you become use to it.
You do it more
and more.
Each time because society's making you the outcast and everyone hates you.
You grow closer and closer to death and once you take your life,
everyone's to late to see that you're really hurting and being hated.
©luciel
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