Algea

The Algea

Anger and pain overruled the sadness inside. All I could think of was the things I hated. Rage almost taking over. I could feel my blood boil with anger and pain in my heart, that heat and coldness in so much pain. The voidness filling with rage slowly.

No empathy, no care and no kindness. Thrown away one by one. With so much anger, I could care less if I had hurt another, I could care less and less, and less.

I was brought to this time to remember how cruel everything is. How grief equals to anger. To remember how my empathy and care was taken advantage, to remember how it was taken from me. How I was all a joke and a trash easily thrown. How I was easy and so good, how foolish. How dispicable of me to be good.

There was nothing to lose.