Hatred

By A. K.

In dedication to those who have been wrongfully hated

One of the worst things a person could have towards someone. They're could be millions of good reasons to hate someone, and that person who is hated had never felt such pain. Hatred. Distrust. Hell for my friend. Oblivion is what I usually call it. By the time I found out what I had done, I wouldn't have realized that this was such a serious matter. Especially with some strange people.

Hatred. Destroys. Many. It destroys me every day because I am hated. I am hated so much, that I shouldn't be disrespected. Days must go by, and I feel I cannot go on throughout those days. Because of my hectic mistakes, I ruin everything I touch. It's not like a thorn, but a cat's claw in my palm.

I've been scratched by words.

Cut by disrespect.

Punched with retribution.

Hated by many.

Even if I try to apologize, they will never trust me.

Because.

And that's it. Just because. It's that one word that irritates me the most.

Because.

It just never has a definite answer. It just means that you don't care and you want to move on in life. But  I know that I can move on

Because

I can do so. He can do so. She can do so. They can do so. But many may not. They trust so many people. They believe in what they want to listen to. They need to hear the truth sometimes, and it may lead them to being wrong. I admit I am wrong all the time, but many cannot seem to build up the initiative to slap themselves in the face and realize "What the hell am I doing? I have to stop. Let go, for now, and I must fix this. No matter my consequences."

Hatred has its consequences. Know them before you take action- Childish Love & Spirits