if the devil saw me, he would repent.

sometimes i think i was born into the wrong universe. i was brought into a world where war is normality in some countries. the only love people know is toxic. people are raised with the sole purpose of breeding more of these monstrous creatures. taught to stab each other in the back before you get one in your own, forced to fight for themselves. a place where the inhabitants carelessly burn it to the ground. this world is a cruel, dark place. it’s a place where a small piece of the devil lives and walks in the skin of everyone around you, masquerading as people who claim to "care" about you, before ripping your soul from your chest and grinning as they watch your eyes glaze over. sometimes i think i was cursed by being forced into this literal living hell. somewhere i cannot escape. a heart too pure for this world. a heart so broken and bruised to the point you start to wish for more, challenging yourself to more pain. it becomes a game to distract and entertain yourself. this world ruined me. it ruined me to the point i stomp my heels through the floor boards, i let the flames below burn the soles of my feet, i let myself slip through the cracks. because whatever lies beneath couldn't possibly be any worse than another day of this muted pain. so if he's down there, listening, let me tell you this. if the devil saw me, he would repent.