I was not made for this world..

There is an ache inside of me.

A feeling of being defeated by a nasty opponent. A feeling that can usually be stuffed back down, ignored or medicated.  The ache is not only the sadness I feel for this screwed up world, but also the apathy that is felt as well.

I was not made for this world…

This world is an ugly, merciless place, full of hate. This world has bred a society rich in ignorance.  I cannot count the times I have uttered the words “I really do hate people.”  I hate people because of the way they hate each other.  Their ugliness makes me take a step back, farther and farther until I am backed into this corner. Trapped. And surrounded by hate.

The hurt that I see inflicted on others, by others, leaves my heart heavy.

And there is this ache inside of me.

I do not want to join you, society, in tomorrow’s endeavors.  I don’t think I want to go into your foggy lies. Fighting the good fight is tiresome with a one man army.  I’m done.