You failed me.

I remember a time where I felt I was born to help people, try and make them happy. I wanted to like everyone and love them and thought every animal on this planet was beautiful. I was careless and free. There was no doubt in my mind how great and perfect things would be. Then God slammed me into the ground. Shoving my face in the dirt, feeling the earth between my teeth, so disgusting and I couldn't spit it out. He ripped my heart out, chewing it and ripping it up with his mouth until there was practically nothing left. He removed my soul, throwing it into the ocean, I watched the water swallowing it to the depths where I would never find it again. He too those happy thoughts, raping them and corrupting them, fucking with my mind. He finished himself off, smirking then laughing. Then he walked away. I got up, bloody, bruised and many tears. So many nights I cried myself to sleep, realizing the horrible person I had become. I hate people. Why have so many people hurt me? Why did my friends leave me at my most awful time? Why can't I trust and why the fuck can't I love anymore? I missed waving and smiling at old friends, calling you daddy, being horrified by bad news, eager to help, being excited to meet new people. That's the past though, everyone learns how to cope.