Maybe I signed my life away before I was born. Maybe we were meant to suffer. Maybe suffering is our best friend. What is Happiness? What is Peace? When did I become so mentally wounded. Wounded by thoughts, wounded by anxieties, wounded by depression, even wounded by mass paranoia. Maybe I’m skitzo, I invited it in didn’t I. I invited it all in. Surrounded by suffering, when will it end.
I had a dream I was thrown into an abyss, heard the Devils voice and pleaded mercy to God. Where is God? Why does life happen the way it does. What’s the purpose of it […]