Every day, I'm always getting insulted.
About my clothes, my voice, my hair, my very being...but I'm fine. Those insults have been thought too quickly--they didn't think about me, they didn't even try to find an abuse that is even the truth. But they always got to me one way or another, right there while the words are thrown at me, or late at night when I'm in bed...what if they are true? Am I really that annoying? Fat? Pathetic? Am I really much of a loser that they think I am?
...Well, I'm fine...
I should be used to this by now. I look around myself sometimes, and I see people. People who either teased me and or gave me a glare. People who beat me up sometimes, and sometimes occasionally. It bothers me...It terrifies me.
Yes, I'm fine.
I'm just lost in my mind, that's all. The thought of being alone makes me swallow all of my hope. But, I'm already choking on all of my thoughts. It's okay.
There are some days when I look up from the ground, and instead of people, I see darkness all around. I'm lost, knowing I'll never be found. But yet I'm still smiling. I'm smiling because, well, have nothing to live for. No one will notice, right? If they do, I bet they'll be thinking finally.
Tears are falling yet I'm still smiling. I'm fine. Everything is alright. If they don't notice, then there'll be no consequence. There's nothing holding me back, and being released from this silent Hell never seemed more taunting---peaceful---than it does now. If I go through with this, I can be found in a place where I'm accepted. No need for knives and suicidal attempts anymore. There'll be no more bruises. No more episodes.
No more darkness.
I can be found.
I can be found where all I'll be feeling is the light.
So, yeah...I'm fine...
All is fine.
What a fine time it is to say a freeing goodbye.
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I'm Fine
Short Story[EDITED] This is old, gee golly gosh. This is written in Arthur's point of view, simply saying goodbye to nobody but himself, and he's in an undertone of bliss.
