Why do we inflict such torture upon each other?
Why do we care about what others think?
Why do opinions matter?
WHY Does everyone find it "in my best interest" to get in my fucking business?
Why can't shit just be easier?
Why don't we know the answers?
Why can't I find the answers?
Why am I going fucking crazy so damn young?
Why did I lose my mind and why can't I find the damn thing?
Who is everyone ....who do they think they are?
My business is my fucking business and what is it of yours?
Do you need to know how much money I make or spend or where it goes...
As long as you get your fucking money? Imagine that...
Behind in bills but MY parents still Want my money...
What kind of world is at work within me? An infinite fight?
A battle I am losing...quickly.
All I really want is death...
Death to take me away
   Away from the pain
   Away from the agony
                the lonliness
             the torture
                 the sadness
               the truth
                         the reality
        the life that I live daily
Death to welcome me into his inviting arms and to wash the rest of the world away.
To cure me of the tears
the pain
the cries
the urge...the longing...the wanting to die.
I need to die for me and for you
To die for all those who know this torment
die for all of those who want to...but are too scared to do it.
I need to show them that I don't want to be here.
That I don't love them...I don't even love me--
HOW could I possibly "LOVE" someone else.
I hate this world
And all with in it
I hate me
I hate you
I hate living
I WANT TO DIE!

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