She wakes up everyday loathing the sun and wishing death upon the birds. How dare they be so happy and delighted to embrace the day? Don’t they feel like their tiny lives are insignificant, too? Don’t they feel like the sun burns their soul and causes the hollowness to reverberate an energy of hate?
She hates birds. They are everything she isn’t. Happy and content in their lives. They fly without abandon to wherever they want to go, at whatever time they want to go there and are only worried about how many worms they might find that day.
She is envious. She then gets mad at herself for being envious. Isn’t that a sin? Isn’t it also stupid to be jealous of a bird? A bird with hardly a brain and a lifespan of a month or so. Ah, that’s the ultimate reason, she thinks. The reason to hate them with all that she has and is. They live such a short period of time that they don’t have time for the what if’s and can’ts of life. They live such a short period of time that they don’t have time to build relationships with others that will inevitably hurt them. They will never know the pain of rejection, defeat or will they ever know the fear of someone or anyone not liking, or even worse, liking them.
She laughs. A defeated laugh of pure submission. Must she start the day? Yes. Must she place her feet on the floor and move through a day she can only hope will bring her more pleasure than pain? Yes. Then she laughs again. Right? What’s pleasure?
So goes her day. She smiles through the pain of a clinched chest and tight lungs. She laughs at other’s jokes that her conscious knows are funny, but her subconscious feels she has no right to laugh at. Laughter means happiness and happiness she doesn’t deserve.
Someone sees her glance down at the floor for second. Only a brief second where her heart is open and the pain slips out, but this time someone sees it. She says she’s tired. Makes the excuse that she didn’t sleep last night. Hell, she blames it on those damn birds! Anything to stop the questions. Anything to stop someone caring. Anything to alienate herself to the point of oblivion. Push them away, she thinks. They won’t understand. They will laugh at her and then they will leave her. They will leave her and hurt her and make her feel even more worthless than she already knows she is. So, she lies. Again.
Lying only makes her day worse. She constantly questions herself. Do they know? Will they hate me more than they already do? Is judgement just a word away?
Time to go home.
To her bed, she thinks. To her happy place. The place where she is simply a being. A being without a light. No light to turn out. No light for anyone to see. Goodnight, world. How she wishes this was the last time she’d ever have to say that…
Written with love for those who struggle. Written to help you know that you aren’t alone. There is always someone who understands and because we understand, we always care.