Back to Hell (Sequel to Hurt)

I had died,
But they brought me back.
Back to earth,
Back to hell.
I look at them all and smile faintly.
The smile vanishes though,
When i remember where i had been,
The place i was stripped from.
I pretend that i’m happy,
only to not see their saddness.
I pretend i love them,
So they love me.
I pretend they are inferior,
When really i’m the one that is.
I make everyone concerned,
especially the ‘bloody’ one.
They care for me dearly,
But i don’t care for them.
It makes me angry that i hate them,
But it’s true, i do.
I hate them for bringing me back,
Back to the place i tried so hard to leave.
But i try to brave for the sakes,
Even if it’s tearing me apart.
It’s so hard to be back,
Back in Hell.

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