It hurts everything just plainly hurts.
And than I wake up as it starts all over again
I don’t know why but theres this bitter hatred, a part of me is unforgiving to them all. My brother, my sister, my mother, my father. Everyone. Its this hate. When I talk with them, I remember horrible times that have happened. And I hate.
Everything just seems so unreal, fake, as if this world is just turning and turning waiting for something to happen. And me, I continue this monotonus cycle of hate, never forgiving, never forgetting, always hating. That’s all it is. This endless stupid cycle! I hate it, I hate everything. I can’t forgive, I can’t forget.
All of these memories haunt me, and everything never goes right. I don’t know what to do.
Nothing ever goes right, nobody understands its just all this crap of some damn cycle. Nothing changes. Maybe it’s better if I die? Is that better? Than I won’t need to feel this crap. Nobody ever fucking understands, it’s just retarded. All they do is judge do you know why I do what shit I do? Do you understand? Do you suffer? Do you want to die?
It pisses me off and I’m thinking once again, my life is pointless, I have no meaning and I never will, it’s all just bullshit. I live for no reason, and it’s a useless waste of life. Just a burden a child nobody ever wanted or needed. Maybe it’s easier to die. Maybe I’ll be happier. Maybe things will go right if I’m gone.