flames up, everything is red
hell is empty
i know
i've seen it
i've felt it
it is nothing compared
to the world that i lived in
everyday,
a hit
a punch
an insult
or a brutal shaming
it never ends, the torture
much like the flames
that traveled down my skin
burning it slowly
painfully
with no mercy
they never cared
when they hurt people
with their words
or their actions
they never knew how it
built up every single day
steadily, slowly
waiting to explode
until a person chooses
the dark flames of hell
than the bright and clear
persecution of each day
until a person chooses
their own "hell"
but i am telling you,
hell is not there
hell is the anguish
that one feels
after a gruesome endurance
of everyday's abuse
hell is in the eyes of the people
who judge you by your every move
it is in the people's mouths,
when they tell you that you are not worth it
it is in your own mind,
when you let these people affect you
hell is everywhere up here, it is not down there
i am telling you
that hell is empty
because all the devils are here.