**** it, I'm done. I can't take this **** anymore someone is playing a trick on me it's like the world was made mean for the purpose of my own personal torture. Too much suffering for one man, surely this isn't just my life was made to rust. I am deceived by everyone, those who speak the alien toungue of hate, ***, and pride those who aren't alive. I've been tourmented I've been ****** False hope given then driven back down to suffocate in an abyss of black ink as if to make me long the smell of the deserved air.
To whatever is pulling those strings: on behalf of a simple mortal being who dosen't know your ugly face: I will not laugh. I shall not cry. But you are dreaming if you think I'll give up on my dreams. Numbers are numbers, and I'm not on a scale. So come back where you came cause I'm gonna try twice as ******* your ***.
I forgive myself of the pain I am, having always believed I wasn't a man and though I feel the darkness rise to conquer I will always believe that light is stronger.
I need some air. This is an open window. I posted this a long time ago but needed to rewrite it just to get over some bitter bitter feelings.