Joshler: Suicidal Headcase

Prologue

Tyler's P.O.V

Someone once told me that the strongest are the ones that can get back up when the world pushes them down. Those people are supposed to be able to hit back the hardest.

Me? I find that stupid.

I'm the one that gets pushed down and the living hell beaten out of him. When that happens, I can't get back up and hit back before the world continues to fight and swing until I'm beaten and broke more than I already am.

I was waiting for someone to save me from drowning myself in...Well, myself. My mind, to be more specific.

And, I also probably needed to be saved from the assholes at school, but that doesn't matter.

I've always had hope because I've learned that, without hope, you have nothing. Despite that, I felt my own hope flickering and dwindling away like a candle almost used until its max. When used, there is nothing left for it. It is a pool of wax in which everyone deems useless and completely unimportant.

That pool of wax is probably me.

Useless.

Unimportant.

Two main words that describe be, or, that's what I've been told. I never believed it when I first came here, but they got through my head so much that I started to believe it. Believing it created my demons who are swarming and attacking me relentlessly from every single direction.

They are the world that is pushing me down and not allowing me to get back up. I can't fight back anymore. I've lost that fiery spark to deny and fight a long time ago. Every single second I remain here in this god-forsaken world is a pain worse that being beaten into a hospital.

What is the point of fighting back if no one cares enough to lend you and hand and help you stand?

People have seen plenty of times before what I've been through at school, but they all claim that the only thing they can do is sit and watch. They watch like nothing is happening before they simply turn away and ignore the boy crying out for help desperately as he gets beaten and hurt.

I have decided in my life that no one has even the slightest amount of compassion and care for someone who is hurt.

That hurt person is usually me.

That's also why tomorrow, at midnight, I'm going to end it. End all of the pain and be free.