To Love A Monster

His Hell.

Justin's P.O.V.

One word.

Hell.

I guess you could use that to describe my life.

Being alone in this world made me realize....

Everything is just a game.

People lose.

People win.

As for me?

I lost.

Big time.

My life is too complicated.

Not like one of those corny miracle and redemption crap you see on t.v.

As I said, people loved me before

But now?

I'm despised.

All the girls I know are sluts.

Big trashy fake whores.

All the guys I know are douches.

They only care about sex, sluts, and steroids.

Everyone in this town is a complete fake.

I wish I could kill myself.

But my other half won't let me.

I hate this.

I hate the lust for a "mate" Or whatever the hell you call it.

I hate the "howling" at the moon.

Everything.

I hate everyone and thing known to man.

I just want someone who cares about me.

But that''ll never happen. I'm the freak of the school.

I'm that loser no one likes.

Kill me now.

Anyone.

Just please do it.

I don't wanna live in a world of hateful fakes.

I can't find a mate.

I can't do anything right.

Sometimes I cry.

Yes I cry.

But doesn't everyone?

I cry about my life.

I cry about the fact that I'm all alone in this big, bad world.

I feel like I'm in a place full of nothing.

Just the darkness.

And the constant burns from the fires of the hell I call my life.

I used to be a good boy when I was younger.

I can't believe I was so gullible.

Falling for people's tricks and schemes.

The earth is a cold dead place to me.

I don't know the meaning of friendship or love.

I've never had any of them for a long time..................