welcome to my hell expository

think of it as a haunted house and i'm your host

If your tears are not spared then welcome to my hell expository...

 

My life is crashing down.

This is not something that gets fixed by dawn.

These are not problems for the ordinary.

The only thing life gave me was a HELL EXPOSITORY.

 

Step inside friend, unless you are afraid of death.

Don't worry there's nothing here exept for dread.

Here is a hole of light and uncountable amounts of darkness.

I suggest you got to it or it's black will take you in with its madness.

 

Wonderful! Wonderful! This is perfect! This is simply just great!!

But. All of that ends, when you turn eight...

Sunny morning, a phone call that ruinned your day.

You just want to get there! The road gets longer! Is this the right way?

 

Police, crowds, and yellow tapes.

Your parents protecting from the cold truth, weaving lies to create a cape.

You take off that coat & go out to play, not realizing that you'll regret what you'll be getting done.

Infront of you...a bathroom, a gun, and a floor slippery with blood.

 

Suicide...my friend.

 

Open your eyes.... there's nothing but red.

Reach out for something!! You're drowning! Or...are you already dead...

Its gone...

You feel pain in in arm and the atmosphere is filled with night.

Don't turn around my friend, for death is reapping just at your right.

 

Witnessing Death...my friend.

 

Your hands can't hold on any longer.

Don't look down! Every time you do so you keep going higher.

You're crying, since you don't want to fall.

Something cold picks your look by the chin, no worries its only death. That's all!

 

A Life Or Death Situation...my....friend.

 

Now you are in your age to think...

This world and the one you believed in...are you the link?

I'd say no longer since the one you believed in doesn't exist.

You're in what most people call the real world. Can you resist?

 

Your eyes wide open, they now find no point, that you found out you lived in lies.

They no longer care if you know, or even if they should go on with their lives.

People cry for the wrong reasons they just don't know it and you could be one of those someones.

You tell them to be strong when on the inside you're weak like the first leaf that fell in autumn.

 

All these voids, getting bigger, deeper, and multiplying.

When will these tears stop coming?...Until the day that I'm finally dying!?!

Its dark once more...

The hole of light...you can go.

 

WAIT!

 

LIVE ON LIFE DO NOT REGRET!...

DO NOT CRY!...DO NOT LAMENT!

STOP! showering yourself in DREAD.

Please stop crying now...not until the day of your death...

Author's Note

its for all the people who think their life is yucky
just live this life and you'll feel worst than sucky!

hee hee it ryhmes!