Everybody Would've Hate Me

This house is what keeps her outside her body.

She is constantly resisting. Refusing.

Screaming out hate to this place.

"You caged me in this house that's not a home. I hate you. I fucking hate you and this place with every living organ in my body!", she spoke to herself. 

Bleeding inside her own mouth, 

cursing herself deeply and constantly.

Her body was decaying.

Little did we know,

she wanted to be left lifeless.

I understand her.

Because that person was me, 

and still is.

Mother, 

My spirit is no where near you.

I've been washed away. I apologize for my lifeless appearance.

Father,

I have a passion for living my life.

And unfortunately, not yours.

I am a helpless kid.

I am naive,

selfish,

spoiled,

and rotten.

All the bad and terrible things were eaten up by me,

but appeared to be good to their eyes.

I am a fool to fool everybody.

I am a murderer for killing myself,

and my mother.

Twice, she said.

I saw through her eyes,

tried to scare her once more,

and took things from her.

Oh, ain't that pretty?

I am also a thief.

I am no good.

I'm sorry.

  I choose to be this way.

Goodness makes me bad.