Why is it when I read a story with a happy ending 
I'm not happy but that I get mad? 

Its seem that I am only truly happy when I read a story 
that has a very sad and tragic ending. 

Is it because I feel like I will not have a happy ending
and thus yearn for the alternative? Or have I truly gone mad? 

Or is it that I have just begun to loose grip on this reality
and wish to get lost in my own world? 

Where I command and control everything.
Where nothing wrong happens.

Where someone is not asking me for things left and right. 
Where I am not beginning to loose myself to the monster inside of myself. 

That monster who is like poison in my veins and feeds from my rage. 
Who wishes to destroy everything in its path until all the 
noise, stress, yelling, screaming, fighting and pain is all but a distant memory. 

For the little girl left inside just wishes to be saved and has been screaming 
her loudest all this time but has now begun to give up as the people she has been 
screaming to for help start to think she is alright and have thus begin fading 
from her sight leaving her alone right when she needs them the most. 

Why is it that she must suffer because you were ignorant and wanted to ignore
her pain. To believe she was alright? Congratulations. You have just become 
successful in ripping apart and killing a soul in the most gruesome way possible.