The Only Escape

The feeling of being loathed, exacerbating the pain of being a humiliation. Knowing it is not my fault, death standing still, mocking me; telling me I don’t deserve to live. Hypotonia and Down syndrome weakening my body, people enervating my heart; becoming convicts of my murder. The closest things he has to a stepfamily, try their best to avoid an abnormal child; breaking every ounce of his body. 5 Now I sit on the sand, alone, with water, dirt and death as befitting companions, the water calmly calling to me; trying to swallow me into its darkest parts, aiming to protect me. I will answer that call, I was dead when nobody wanted to be friends. I was dead when my alleged parents pushed me into the injustices of the living world. I was dead when every single person intentionally carved a hole in my heart, Their words telling me I am worthless, their faces telling me otherwise. I have no heart; it is dead. 10 It wept everyday; it yelped for help every single day, but not a soul responded. I am dead. It is the only escape, I will answer his call. The feeling of being hated, worsening the pain of being a humiliation.