214th Post

Whatever remains of my mind.

Will i ever recover?

Whatever warmth remains in me.
Will it ever be rekindled?

Will i ever regain the past happiness?

Or.

Am i destined for path of darkness?

An outcast from society.
Is what i have become.

Or rather.
Is what i prefer to be.

Because of the hate.
I possess.

All the lies.
All the pretense.

Why?
For what reason?

Guess i would be better off dead.
So that i can no longer see the pretense.
Or listen to all the lies.

I hate all of you.