Sometimes
-Casey

Sometimes, when I think about how people don't get along with people, just because they're black, just because they're white, just because they don't believe in god, just because they do, just because they looked at you funny, just because they called you names, just because when you were little they pushed you around and took advantage of you, taking your money, hitting you when the teacher wasn't looking, always reminding you that you were the biggest loser on campus and that everyone hated you because you gave a damn about your grades, reminding you that when you were least expecting it they would come in and make your life a living hell, every time you close your eyes you see their faces laughing at you, their bloated, malevolent faces, braying in delight at your exquisite pain and suffering, making you wish for once that you could do something, take it all into your own hands, stand up, take out a gun, stop the torture from happening one second longer, one more excruciating second before you close your eyes and pull the trigger, ending it all, making it quiet, stopping the faces, oh god, the faces, as your body silently writhes one last time in protest and your heart stops forever, resting, finally getting peace from the torment...that really pisses me off.

 
 
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