January 10, 2013

I always try treating people right,
even those who are the
cruelest
and
most heartless to everyone but themselves.
Usually,
I can tolerate it.
But,
most of the time I can't.

People die,
kill themselves,
because they can't take the cruelty
you have served them cold.
You don't tell them anything
that will give them any sense of hope
in their lives.
Instead,
you make them lay in a ditch,
bruised and bloody.
You make them go home
and
drink a gallon of bleach
and
slit their goddamn wrists with a knife mom left
on the table.

You're killing people with your hateful words.
You're a murder,
a serial killer.
You need to stop.
You need to stop this hatred
and
replace it with something better.