Tyler

No one likes you. We hate you. No one loves you. You might as well go kill yourself. No one will even miss you once you're gone.... Why tell someone these things? What good does that bring you? Does it make you feel big and strong? It makes you do the devil's work. It makes you the coward, the weakling. Let him be. Let him be him just like he lets you be you. As he crawls inside of himself to discover who he is, Others bring the weight of the boundless universe upon him, upon his fortress. His inner sanctuary is within himself, yet each day the narrowing hallway is elongating. It's getting harder and harder for him to reach. He cuts himself open, slice by slice, trying to make the hallway bigger. He's a little guy, always has been, yet he can't seem to fit anymore. The echoing laughter in his head is making it unbearable. He can't even think anymore because the menacing outsiders won't let him. He's thrown out into the cold on a daily basis. He sits alone everywhere he goes because he's too timid to show the real him, And no one seems to care. They point and whisper, mock and stare. The words that smack him leave bruises of every hue on his face, His face he forces a smile upon when his parents ask, "So Tyler, how was school today?" When will it all go away?... Well you've gotten exactly what you've wanted. He's gone now. Are you happy? Has his walk into the peace of God made you feel any better? Do you see his family anymore? Do you think they feel any better? They should. No one loved him right? No one would miss him you said? Well I miss him. Think about the inner world of bliss that lies within us all. Will you yourself ever reach that place now?....