You have been everywhere for long amounts of time but there seems to be no hope for you and the world around you and the world starts to come crashing down around you, the same faces you see put you down because you had one thing to do was to keep someone alive and you couldn't do that and regret everything in life that you have done for a person. The world you can't save cause those who walk around you will keep walking a corrupt path and destroying everyone's world that we live in. You walk through front door the faces don't look like they have missed you for a second. Your battle scars of what you have done, the sacrifices you have made for this country, and the lives that have been protected from the horrors of the world. You wish you could have someone to talk to but there is no one, its just you. The faces you have crushed and the world you live there is no to help you. You head to your room and you put your gear down, and pull out the pocket knife. You start tearing yourself from the inside, blood starts coming out, You see the people you have seen in your life start fading away, the punishment of your life comes hitting you once more, memories start flowing into you again and the one you once loved, gone she never did anything for you, the truth of her is pulled away from you as you hit the ground as a pool of blood surrounds you. You hear pain and terror as blood stains the knife and the body never put blood back in the body. The skin never heals the scars of you and your life issues weigh you down you cannot stop this torture of endless pain of people who beat you in life time, you feel useless, misused, alienated, neglected, toyed, and lastly beaten so many times you cry out but there is no one to hear you, you are truly forever alone in your lifetime as you remember those who hurt you, you see the endless pain of how you never could just get a friend in life, a friend who could understand how much suffering you went through the torture and violence you went through to get to where you are and how people threw you away to someone else. You would be the loneliest kid in school and sit in that corner and would never get talked to. The world piles down and bears on you like you will never have a future in your lifetime and continue this unbearable pain of that people pull you down when you try to stand up for yourself in this unforgiving torture and hell.
So it all starts when we think everyone is a nice in this world but its all a lie we walk to school thinking we will learn something and we make lots of friends and do many things so we can all be cool with each other. My brothers I love seeing all the time the world we all know as home. Home in which we think we are safe but no. As you walk into that classroom essences of hate lurk around you as step in in the hell as school wants you. People will stare at you in wonder of how you still stand here in the presence of the very room and the those who bullied you have tried many times you will not break to them though the thoughts of fear breaks your mind as this endless pain, torture corrupt your mind. Though nothing happens now it slowly feeds your depression on the inside as these mindless children kill your depression and make it worse as you are neglected, alienated, and tortured through this unending pain as this torture lies within your heart and nothing seems unfixable at this time. But then out of dust and destruction theres a hand, a hand that helps you up and they keep you by your side. A brother that makes you feel like home and you are in its place to be a place of comfort where they both can understand each other no other words to be said and.