Letters of a Psychopath Part Three

That's what they say, isn't it?

“One man's trash is another man's treasure.” Or some bullshit like that.

But that's all it is.

Bullshit.

Trash is trash.

One man's trash is another man's trash.

I was trash to the faceless people.

So I am trash to everyone else, right?

Letters of a Psychopath Part Two

I kept you with me. The whole time, you were by my side. In my hand, wherever I needed you to be. You were a steady companion, keeping away the fear those nasty people brought me with their sharp silver sticks and cold circles they touched me with all over and you knew I didn't like it so you'd hold my hand and let me squeeze you as hard as I wanted. You were always there for me when I needed you.

Prompt

Some suicides are never recorded.

    Some suicides are never recorded. Travinia was sure his would be under that category, if and when it happened. No one cared, and surely no one would notice his absence. Besides, what was he to the masses? A pitiful sob-story of a man, reduced to begging on the insufferable streets of New York City. No one noticed him when he was there; why would they notice if he wasn't?

Letters of a Psychopath Part One

WARNINGS: explicit gore, death, and insanity

The sensation of blood running down my face was not an alien one. The oddly

Struck by Lightning

Pulsing through clouds, your searing form travels.
You’re not to be hindered by any towers or castles.
Some down here say that you’re thrown by the dead,
But the fact that you’re weather is not quite in their head.
Nature is random, this I know for sure.
But even so, I wish for one favor more.
Next time it storms, though I do this every time,
I’ll lay in my yard, just peaceful and fine.
Watching your fleeting beauty flash all over the ground.
Although your missing one simple, trifle mound
Of me, that would be, and now for my plea.

Next time it storms, I wish you would strike me.
Next time it storms, I daresay you can smite me.
Next time it storms.

I’m not quite sure if my goal’s to lose my life.