"Die you miserable ****** " they yell in my direction but as I look to the wind I see nothing on it " your existence is pointless" as they seem to become more personal as I look to the mouths of those around me I am greeted by deafening silence " no one will lament your death"  as they seem to be saying what I am thinking I try to ignore all outside influences and this noise seems to be the madness I know " NOT ONE TEAR WILL BE SHED YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOT"  as they become me yelling into the world and those around me look at me like I am just mad and not heading there and as I collapse to my knees for I am hurting to much I shove my fingers in my ears and hear nothing but the warmth of that oh so beautiful crimson