They yell at me.
Call me worthless.
Call me stupid.
Call me fat.
Call me ugly.
Call me a *****.

I wonder why.
Why are they so mean?
I think alone.
As they scream.

The sad part is,
the people screaming...

Is me.

DEATH. It's
all the same thing. You do
something stupid and end up
croaking, but why? You work so hard
to reach your goals. Achieve at life, to end
up laying                     six                          feet
under?                         What                        is the
point                           of                       living
if it                       all ends               so fast?
You hear live happily from complete
strangers. I don't see the point in
living like so. How
could someone live
happily, knowing it
is all going to end...

Lies.

They're all lies.

          The                    happiness.

      The                     laughter.

     All                      pretend.

I put on a facade.

A mask.

People think I'm              happy.

People think it's genuine    laughter.

    I only                                 pretend.

I'm a soulless vessel.

Floating

In

A

Void

Of

Despair.