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 all?