I’m a product of fucked up rage
Higher masses breed hate and discrimination
Only to further strengthen my cage
They feed the mindless mases lies
These are the screams of the outcast trying for a revolution
Mindless masses bore masscarades of confusion
YOuths lose reality in the game of life
Telling themselves to win one last fight
A fight to take their lives
A fight to whisper in the ear of th e higher masses
In turn they scream of a nation under God needing to arise from the ashes
This is the new holocaust
The outcast are now the ones persecuted
This is not […]
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Game Of Life
Im not scared of death. I welcome it with arms wide open. Some days I just sit and imagine it. Me. Dead. I only want one thing but, these games are too much to play. The game of life and death always end. If I had a choice I’d be gone. I do have people that care. My one friend knows I’m like this. Some friends do. No family. To most people I seem happy a lot of friends athletic. Im not happy. I hate this skin I’m living in. I try and keep my head up high. It’s really hard cause I wanna die. […]
well, it’s cause I have nowhere else to go; nothing else I want to do besides wallow in misery.
Or misanthropy. Misanthropy in me is more real than I ever thought. I could have sworn that I started having delusions and psychological disorders of my own accord, because I was bored and needed something to think about. I really do dislike people though. Not because I think they’re evil or destroying the world or anything, they’re just not my cup of tea.
People live through their mouths, always talking, always consuming; don’t they get tired? I’ve been tired going on 4 years now.
Or 3 years. […]