Stress Builds Character

I am so tired, sometimes I feel so tired, I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. So tired. The pressure builds and builds. Seems like theres no release. The things I see go unnoticed by some. Fills my eyes with horror. Anger and guilt and frustration, and depression makes waking up every day harder and harder. I work my fingers to the bone just to survive. I got to get money so I can have a home. So I can breathe, eat and live in this society. I don’t even like money, and I got to work everyday just to feed myself. God it makes me sick. I just wanna curl up into a hole and die in this. This isn’t worth it. I need a raise man! I can’t survive on this pay anymore. I’m hungry, and I’m frustrated, and I can’t eat, daddy. God, I look for you to help, and I have seen no help. I’ve seen no thoughts, no looks, no praise. You don’t care. You don’t love me. I only love myself. No one will love me like I love me.

Life’s been swell now I want to die. My body it hurts me sigh after sigh. I call it torture you call it life, a slave to money and everything I despise. Like everyone in general. Fuck eat sleep destroy. I am a disposable being who will fuck all life. I multiply and the air gets thinner and dirty. I take up space, I smell, I consume, but I produce nothing. I abuse. I have no reason to exist. The toilets clogged in this world of shit. I breathe filth everyday. Living fucks up my brian. Why? Why must I wake up today? My eyes are heavy. Why? Why must I see your face? Your life is ugly. Why? Why did I buy into these things? I don’t want them. Tension. Tension. Frustraton. Alone. Tension. Despair. Tension. All these pressures on my life.