I do not like the way people look at me
I see how they despise me because I’m weak
I see their souls scorching to eat mine.
I see what they see but everyone’s disguised.
I tried clumping myself together
as the blood in my veins try to boil
Is my end sooner than I thought?
Because If so, I’ll thank He
for my sufferings will end
I cannot be more miserable than how I am right now
The pain I’m feeling sips dow to my spine as it chills my soul
My heart, my mind, my corrupted being hates
hates a lot more than the sum of the world’s pain
I am extremely mad
and it crushes me.