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All my life, I've asked one question, that I wanted the answer to. But no one, no one at all, could answer me.
"What is life, and what is walking in an endless abyss, called life?"
That little question made me different. It made others hate me, for who I was. Not what. Also, they never thought of life, like that. They said it was unnatural, to think like that.
My question scared them so they avoided me. All except one, a person who didn't avoid me.
And most importantly, a person who answered my question.
It all started with a poem, that I wrote at school when I was six:
Every brick, and every stone,
of the world we know, will come undone.
Everytime I remember you, I scream, I scream and die inside.
My life, like a maze,
this world, like a trap.
My mind,like an animal,
my life, like an endless abyss.
Hah, I know. How could a little kid even think like that. Well it's because I went through thing that people shouldn't go through.
Things that... I should've just burried six feet under back then. It's too late now.