The Darkness of hell
I am beaten, bruised, as if every word I have ever spoken has been twisted and mangled into something ugly. As though every good deed has been overshadowed until each kindness falls to silence and dies. Each gesture of gratitude tipped with a shrug of disregard. Each smile of appreciation blurred and ignored. Each raised hand for justice and righteousness, pays in return, only ridicule and despair. Misery’s agony shadows my life and leads all the good that I am, into the darkness of hell.
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