Life Sucks

Darkness is the best way to describe it—full of pain and anger. A dark pit of despair that never seems to end.

Abused by my father before I could even speak, and when I became able to hold a hammer, forced to work for them for nothing more than threats. If I didn't do it, I would be homeless.

My life was filled with people who took advantage of my kindness and tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. This is just how it is and how it will be until the day I die.

But who knew my death would come so soon? My life flashed before my eyes, words from the heavens calling out to me as I lay there. Every moment was worse than the last.

Added to this, the sound of my bones breaking, heat from my blood pooling, a soft thud in my chest as my heart starts slowly to give in. The lids of my eyes growing heavy under their own weight.

One would think when someone falls from a great height, their life would end quickly. But it seems even in my death, I was unlucky.

I know what you're thinking. Why did you kill yourself? Well, I did not, as a matter of fact. But to get into that, we have to start from earlier today."