Your life sucks.

That’s what it boils down to, isn’t it?

The sky is a pit of everlasting darkness

Just like your soul

Sinking into the blackness

With no light

No song

No love

No hope

No joy

Nothing.

And it’s not just you-

It’s the entire world- EVERYONE

Wasting their lives in a cesspool of mediocrity

Not realizing that it’s completely pointless

It’s all going away

We’re all going to die

And regardless of any shining glimmers of hope or happiness

That foolish, foolish, people harbor in their naïve hearts

About hope and faith and light and love

Is nothing but a façade

Waiting to be swallowed up by the darkness.

But that’s not for you, is it?

You’re smart

You came to the truth a long time ago

There’s nothing but darkness in life

It’s pointless to walk around with a smile on your face

When in just a few years your body rots in the cold, cold ground

With the company of the worms and ravens

Forever in the darkness

And you, yes you are the only one that truly understands the darkness

Understands suffering

Understands the cold of life

Understands pain

Yes, alone are the sole guardian of life’s true horrors

Mothers who don’t get you

Teachers who push you

Beaus who throw you away

Like week old moldy macaroni

Deciding that instead he would rather have the company

Of a smiling naïve blue eyed empty headed prep

With a shirt with shining glitter letters

Spelling out “PRINCESS” in large over reactive letters

Covering breasts that everyone knows are fake

These are the agonizing experiences life has viciously thrown at you

To tear away at your soul

To open your heart to the black reality that there is no light in the world

That any love we find is doomed to be spat and stomped upon

In a world as black as this, how could you go on?

How could anyone?

Better to simply end yourself and be enveloped by the gloom’s embrace

But alas, you cannot

Because they must know

Donned in garbs of ebon

Your pallid face resembles the death mask we all will soon wear

For you are a dark messiah

Fated to spread the bleak truth to the world

But alas, they do not listen.

Fools.

Can they not see how wise you are?

Can they not see you are showing them the true horror of the world?

Scoffing at the sheer ignorance of the blithering heard of sheep

That dare to breathe your air

You step into your room of black

Decorated in skulls, dead flowers,

and posters of bands composed of fellow ebon garbed doomsayers

And write in your velveteen bound diary

About the perpetual gloom that is your adolescence

When something catches you eye:

A newswoman stands in front of a child

Eyes hollow, clothes ragged, and cheeks dirty

And as the reported solemnly tells the story of this five year old

About how he was repeatedly beaten on a daily basis

About how he was forced to live in his own filth

About how his stomach growled and screamed for nourishment

Until eventually it began to consume itself

About how all of these atrocities too place only three days ago

This child stares at the camera

Holding a single yellow flower

Smiling at the plant

Smiling at the camera

Laughing as the reporter and his new caretaker make a funny gesture

It’s all so ridiculous you almost laugh yourself

A smile?

Doesn’t he know that life is just going to turn around and envelop him in darkness?

That the gloom is the fate of us all?

That there is nothing to smile about?

It’s darkness that awaits him

Not sunshine and pretty yellow flowers

Just pain and sorrow and blackness

He doesn’t know that

You do

You know that it’s pointless

You know the truth.

And you are very, very wise.