a boy with a not so trepid disposition.

I never thought life would be so understanding. I'd seen its cruelity in the eyes of everyone I met. The burns and scars the world left on them. I braced myself knowing full well it would one day lay its brutal hand on my naive pale skin. I waited patiently annyoed it hadn't thought I ready. Did it not think I was strong enough. I wasnt old enough to handle it. I squirmmed in the line of life. I wanted to know I had felt something, even if it bad. Better to feel pain then nothing at all. One day I met you. My attention was no longer focused on brassing myself for the world. I layed in your heart and you held my soul. I knew life wasnt as i thought. That it wasnt filled with pain and hate. That this life could be beautiful and simple. I was a child then. I was more naive than I than I thought possible. You left me broken, beaten, alone, burning in my own pity and pain. You were life. You beat me down like I had always expected. I never thought it would be something I love to do this to me. I was a child then. Now I know that the cruelest thing in the world is not being prepared. Having something sneak up on you. Inviting your worst fears into your bed. Giving your worst enemies the only weapons to kill you. I know now why people have that look in their eye. The look I thought I would never have because I had you. That look of knowledge, of experience. I wish I had never known anything at all. I especially wish you hadnt shown me everything I thought I was prepaired for. I wasnt. Thank you for giving me that look in the eye I thought Id never get. I'll hate you for making me see the worst in the world. I'll always love you for making me strong. My pathetic little creator. I'll meet you in hell.