To The Nightmare Called Life

In the corner,awaiting for another bloody attack. Blood seeming down my wounded body. Whispers of pain,murder,suicide. The Demons and Devils only care to see me almost dying but care to keep me alive only to hurt me. Who the fuck am I? A problem.Good for nothing.victim.I will get by this and it will fuse my rage and I will find my soul and heart and crush it to feel,see,hear,taste no more of this painful nightmare called life.