As I'm sitting on the floor all that I can feel is the all too what was starting to become normal numbness of the icy cold hardwood floor. All that I can hear is the eeree echoing silence of a home that from the outside appears to be oh full and loving but see that my friends is just another cruel trick of the eye, eye I can not see past these stinging blinding tears that stains my cheeks. These tears you see come from years of when childhood youthful innocence meant being bullied by those whom stuck me with thumbtacks and tossed my book bag around like as though it was some cruel game of monkey in the middle only to come home to face another bully one that said "fight back" but the school said "suspension" and little miss perfect didn't want to face suspension for she was the star student and she'd be damned if she were going to allow for anything to tarnish her innocent reputation. As her self esteem lowered so did the definition of her. As years go by I slowly started realize that people were not all quite as kind as I had initially believed and so I said "hey, I'll give everyone three chances" then three turned into two. I still believed that there was some goodness in humanity and it took having to be nearly destroyed to shrink my chance but just like a stubborn mule I told my heart "hey, cheer up there's still some good people in this world". Guess what happened next, yep you guessed it my heart was rip from my chest and stomped on once again. I sat there on the cold floor screaming and crying feeling a darkness swell up and grow inside of me. I was scared to let it out and so to appease it I gave it parts of myself to save those whom I believed were innocent, and for a while this monster was appeased by it's daily offering and for once I became what I had always wanted and that was to be numb. Years later I'm on the floor screaming, crying, shaking for my heart was once again snatched from my chest, crushed, yelled at, torn apart, and stomped on by both old and new tormentors alike. Now that my eyes are opened I am starting to understand as to how come people say that life is a "dog eat dog world" for just like animals we pray on the weak but worship the strong. Now that my eyes are opened I am starting to understand as to how come adults say that the real monsters don't hide underneath the bed or in the closet for they are out and about and don't need the cover of darkness to quince their ever longing hunger. Now that my eyes are opened I understand as to how come people can turn into monsters hungry for retribution but in it's quest devouring everything in sight. This world is so crooked but do not give my son or daughter for we shall not let you become a monster too.