Fighter

I know why the kind turn cruel.
I know why hearts red and pure,
Turn black and sour.
Stained with sorrow and hate.
The pain. Rejection. Cruel comments.
Cruel jokes.
I sit and cry wondering why.
"Why me?"
"Why me again?"
"Why is it always me?"
I get up and keep going,
But I keep getting wounded.
Wound never heal,
Scars never fade.
Black marks turning me bitter with hate.

Shake it off.
It's a new day.
It never ends.
"Don't give up."
"Never give up. Never let them win."
The voice I hear inside my head.
Motivation.
These wounds may not heal, but
I know I'll be better.
"Never let them win."
"Never turn sour."
That's no who I am.
I am stronger.
A fighter till the very end.

Problems

Something is definitely wrong in the world. There are way too many shootings appearing in the news recently. There has to be a better way to express anger and frustration. Killing people, then committing suicide does nothing but bring death and sadness. They shouldn't just bottle their feelings. If they have a problem, they should talk about it. There are many trained professionals in the world that can help them. Writing about current feelings also helps. Burning the writing also helps. It gets rid if the negative energy so you can feel relieved.
Killing never solves anything. It just breeds more killings.

Chaos

1 It Begins

It's cold out. I don't know where I'm going. Aimlessly walking down the wet, dark streets. I don't remember anything....'who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here? Why am I wearing such thin clothing?'

I can feel something warm run down my face. What is it? I can't see anything. It's too dark. Really dark...everything is swirling...my face suddenly meets the freezing cold pavement.

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A gleaming white and gold mansion. I'm standing in the foyer. Ready to leave. "Good bye Mr. Thorne. Thank you for everything." I said heading towards the door.
"No problem. Remember everything I taught you. Remember, when inside the viper's nest, be a viper too. Be safe and be careful. Revenge is a stoney path." Mr. Thorne said with a smile.
I exited. And looked at the bright golden sun.

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I woke up in a different place. The bed is small. There's a beeping noise. Everything smells too clean and sterile. The walls are a bright white and there's a window right in front of me...I'm in a hospital. This isn't good. I have to get out of here. I remember everything...I started to get out of bed when a nurse can in.
"Sweetie I'm afraid that you can't get up an leave." She said while chewing pink gum.
"I'm sorry. But I don't know how I got here and I want to leave."
"Like I said hon, you can't get up and leave. Not until tomorrow morning. Sorry. It's protocol."
"Oh. Okay then. I'll just...wait till morning." I said with a smile. The nurse smiled back and turned on her heels. Clacking out the door and into the hall. I decided to stay and sleep. I'm too tired to escape now. Come morning, I'll be out and I can begin my plan.

Introduction

Hello! I'm Matthew Tyler. Welcome to My World. I will be posting my writing here. I mostly write stories about what I feel on a particular day or moment. This way, I think does not allow me to settle on just one style. Although, one style may occur more than others. Please enjoy any of my posts and feel free to leave a comment!