Nobody cares about me. It's not what I think, it's what I know. I was in denial about it, thought maybe I was imagining things. I wasn't, but I wish I was. I wished.

I barricaded myself in that room and tried to pretend the wind coming in from the broken window wasn't chilling. That the low whisper of the wind wasn't speaking to me. I pretended the cold steel wasn't pressed against my temple and the glass shards weren't making me bleed. Nope, I wasn't bleeding. The warm liquid was just a reminder that I was only human and humans bleed.

But now I have to pretend that I'm not a monster after what I did. But I didn't. And I'm not, yet I am.

The sirens and screams ring in my ears, forever. Now they've become the same thing. The same sound.

And now, within the barricade that I didn't create, nobody still cares about me. Nobody.

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November 2015

Hi everyone. This is a quick write and I was just practicing my writing. I was in.....some sort of  mood and started typing and this was my end result. I didn't spend much time on this (about 15 minutes). I didn't edit anything so if there are any errors or typos that's why.  Feel free to give your opinion on it, or how it makes you feel or what do you think it's about. I am very interested in how different people interpreted. I'm not even sure what to call it.  I'm not.

PS: I wasn't trying to sound deep or profound just because, this is just what came to me and it flowed. It flowed.

PPS: Also, to clarify I would like to add that I am not at all depressed or whatnot. I just wanted to write a darker piece and wanted to let my imagination flow. To all those who are going through, who feel alone and depressed...like no one cares or the world is out to get them just know you aren't alone. I know it sounds cliche, half-hearted, and cheesy but it is SO true. I know this piece doesn't necessarily have a happy or good ending but that's all it is, a piece of literature. But you are more than that. You are MORE than that. You are a beautiful (even if you're a guy),fearfully and wonderfully-made piece of work by God. He loves you and would not have created such a unique piece as yourself  if you didn't fit somewhere in the puzzle/his plan. Your story hasn't ended so don't let sorrow and all negative feelings end you.

Wish I could have worded that better but it came from my heart so I will not edit anything below the "PPS" c: God says he is with us, even unto the end of the world. To the believers and unbelievers, I love you. But Christ loves you more.

Thank you, beautiful. <3

-T