note to the memories : Daniel
"love yourself" they said to him
painfully he walked to the mirror and stared
“UGLY” “piece of shit” “Mubi” “no one could ever this thing”
that’s all he hears,these voices are a constant playlist
“you can’t hate what God made” they’d plead
God? where was God when he was watching his childhood friend get raped and murdered in front of him? was He there when he heard the screams?
did He block his vision from the agony he had to look at,so young and tender. NO
he heard the screams,body shivered with every gunshot that blessed the air and he looked right into the eyes as he saw the life leave the body of his brother.
spat on,face flushed in the toilet,called names,hated for doing absolutely nothing by every face he greeted with the biggest smile possible and his heart dangling across his sleeve. “I wish I could hate,I wish I was a bad person”-maybe,just maybe,things would’ve been different,coz he certainly would be.
he holds on to his guitar with one hand,a piece of paper with the other. the only pieces of peace he’ll ever know. he hangs,beautifully in the centre of his room above the fan,a brown bangle hugging his neck with all the love in the world for comfort… “it’s over,they can’t hurt me anymore”