Just a while ago, it rained. I thought it would be a good time to walk under the rain. I really enjoyed it, having the cold water pour down on my skin without a care, having to play with my dog as we walk down the sidewalk. But it was ruined.
That small bit of happiness I got lasted for a second when a bunch of guys came and gathered around me, calling me names and laughing at me. I cursed at them and almost got into a huge fight, and after that, I was left to cry.
They've been like this for seven fucking years. Haven't they have enough?! don't they know my life, my reputation, my dignity, was torn because of them?! what did I do wrong?! What did I do to make them do this to me?!
all that i did was cry under the rain as I dragged myself back home, and I almost got hit by a car. All I could ask, "why didn't you hit me?! Why won't you kill me?! Why won't you end it already?! You enjoy my pain; yet the world won't bring itself to kill me. Do they really enjoy my torment? Why?"
Fuck the world.