linoleum knife

you came into the world, you were born into this life, wide eyed and unaware of the fate that awaited you
you took your first steps, excited just to be alive, curious of everything around you, feeling what it was like to breath for the first time
how could you have known that moments later your joy would vanish sooner than you could ever really even appreciate it. how could you have known that from that point on all you would know and feel would be cold hard concrete on your protruding bones, barbed wire ensnared in your mangled flesh, pangs of hunger, unbearable aches, dislocated joints, over and over and over again..
you had no idea that all you would hear from that point on would be "FASTER YOU PIECE OF SHIT, YOU THING."

and struggling to keep up the pace with his car, you felt the rope go a little tighter around your neck, until your body gave up completely, and you were only an object dragging behind, sliding on the rocky dirt roads, over broken glass, leaving trails of blood. at that moment, did you think back to when your life was new? did you think, "how did i get here? why did it come to this?" a million questions must have been running through your tired mind. and when he brought you to that tree and hung you from the lowest branch, you still looked out at him with loyal eyes, and with your body collapsing you managed a few more painful sighs. then finally you let go, knowing that this would be the most peaceful sleep youve ever had

and some days later your body fell to the ground, and you were just another piece of decaying meat. your muscles food for the insects, your bones rocks in the dirt. a rope knotted to a deflated, expressionless, piece of what you used to be. the rope, and your remains, now a part of that from which you came.

and the only answer you were never given for why you had to die was "youre not good enough"