• I'm screaming out silent, writing out loud.
    My world is so violent as I slowly walk through the faceless crowd.
    Lonely and unloved, looking up and cursing the gods who may or may not be above.
    Hanging my head, as my brain quickens with regrets.
    The past is repeating, my life is depleting.
    Unforgiving, not forgetting.
    Hating and loving not, my body becoming a useless spot.
    Not wanting to live, but not wanting to die.
    To angry to cry.
    Wondering why?
    Death and morbid thoughts becoming my only friends.
    This is my endless end.