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I Wish I Knew Why People Hate Me And Abuse Me So Much

MONDAY MOTIVATION

Here, I am in an institution holding all of these people up with a toy gun I’d bought off amazon.com, eagerly awaiting the police to shoot me down because people hate me and because it was too much of a difficult thing for me to end my whole life...Besides, what are the Police there for other than to arrest you, even when you’re innocent, and jeopardize your life and make a thousand or two grand extra commission money off your arrest?

I’ve awaited this moment all my life, to go into an institution with a toy gun that looks real and uncertainly threaten people because I want the cops to shoot me down...The cops hate my guts anyway...All the male cops have model girlfriends whom they cherish, when I’m nothing but a fat, ugly, worthless slob to them, whom they wouldn’t have a problem shooting down. I must admit, I hate myself as much as most people do, and I really don’t think anybody on the face of this earth would care if law enforcement shot me down for using a fake gun to threaten people with high hopes that they’d shoot me and kill me.

What does it feel like? Lying in your own blood, bound for hell, because you’re not a Hindu from India, whom the world loves and just not good enough? Who in this world has it all? You and your people? Or is it the Hindus of India who have it all, everything, all the opportunity to better themselves than any living thing in this world because of who and what they are? Aren’t they they closest race to Caucasian people who rule this whole world? Aren’t Hindus of India the most affective race? What do Hindus of India ever do wrong when you yourself are not Hindu from India or Caucasian and can’t do anything right?

Lying there, soaking up the police’s, the swat team, and the FBI’s unnecessary energies in taking me down...That feels like heaven when they all know exactly what you are going through...it goes to show you that I am not wanted or loved, that I am one of the most rejected people in society because I’m not Caucasian or a Hindu from India, whom all the world considers “God”. Just lying there. After Law Enforcement shot me. Bleeding out the best of me, as they check my dead body and move me to the garbage can where I belong...Where no one will even hear my heart murmur in the midst of the smelly garbage, how good that feels...Just to have your life end because the world hates you so much because of a group of people, Hindus of India, whom every race and creed considers “God”...
XReaganX · 26-30, F
No race or creed is God. We're all men and women. Death is a great equalizer but it's a shame you couldn't learn that while you were living
now THIS is creative writing!
Brava!

 
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