My life
Though seems perfect
Sucks....
I hate not having a mother
And not knowing my father
Tears me apart inside....
For what is this life but nothing more
Than torture....
Having to fear tomorrow
Worrying over whose next to die
Make me wish
Not to awaken in the retched morning....
If I were not afraid of death
And it's after math to the deceased
I'd kill myself....
I hate this life
I never tell a sole my thoughts
Unless you count the world
Who reads my sites and stories....
This world is filled with hatred and I watch it all
From the outside...
...Looking in....
I feel like I watch a movie
Day in
And day out....
Living this life
I'm also glad that
It is me and no one else....
I've seen people leave
Move away
Die
etc, etc,
But I still feel the pain
As it continues....
Death
Something I wish not to go too
Again....
Why does that those
Of you
praise in this ridiculous thing
Called religion
Torture us all....
For I know many
Who are with me
In my own little world
Within the chaos
Of life
And Fate....
When life ends
Does it really?
Who knows....?
I hate this world
And how it torments....
Why did I come back to something such as equal
To my original pain....
God
Does not exist
But there propbably is a hierachey
And an anarchy....
What do we live for
In this world
I call purgatory....
For are we truly alive...?
Everyday we are dying
Slow
Painful deaths
As we continue on....
Do we end it quickly...
...Or continue on....
I hate this retched world
I hate this retched life.............
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