Lost Light

It starts off slow, a tugging at the heart.
A sort of deep ache welling up within the subconscious
Something that cannot be expressed in words
You see them talking, laughing, but not
like they care if you see
You are nothing to them.
A veritable bacteria to be stomped out, destroyed.
You do not listen to their taunts, even though the words cut like knives
that slice your skin and flay your flesh. After a while,
this feeling becomes routine, a grim monotone of blood and pain.
The teachers do nothing, your parents lose hope. You lose
a sense of self. The outward taunts leak into your soul, filling you with self
doubt and loathing. Thoughts flicker like candles in the wind as every day becomes torturous and
terrifying. When a supposed safe haven is a breeding ground of falseness and deceit. Tears
soon cease to flow, you are confused as to whether you have become numb or if you simply have run out of tears to cry. Both thoughts scare
you. Your parents tell you to cling on to a false
hope. To yearn for life the way a maggot yearns
for rotten flesh. Your tormentors are everywhere. They laugh, they taunt.
Life becomes meaningless. Despair claws
at you with its desperate, evil grip.
There is nowhere to go, no one to talk to.
Only the blackest of depravity exists now.
A life sucked dry of emotions by the leech of endless torment.
You decide that enough is enough.
Heart beating, the warm syrup of your blood coarsing through your scarred veins.
The support beam will support your wieght
To think the belt was a valued gift from a loved one.
The knot, the cold feeling of leather on your pulsing neck.
A gasp, a last cry for tears that are not there, for help that will not come
Despair, emptiness
You jump
Vanish
A candle blown out by the wind
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ericwyrostek

Something I made in tribute to al those being bullied. So many have died because of this tragic occurance and I wanted to take the time to honor them with this.

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