a destiny of eternal misery
Ever experienced a day that everything went wrong... That clearly reflects what my life is. Since the day I was born. I have yet to experience true happiness but it seems to me that I'm not fated to.
Here's what I have, SHIT family, SHIT friends, SHIT life... I was once told that after World War 2, the orphan babies that were lined closer to the aisle where the doctors were lived while those that were further died eventually. They were all fed properly, the thing was that the babies further away died because they weren't loved, weren't given any attention.
Be it whether I'm an orphan or not, love is an emotion I do not feel. I give so much but in the end, my intentions/efforts are neither well received nor appreciated. Nights go by and my tears flow, seems that god saw nothing. In reality, I wonder what's holding me back to end this. I have neither family nor friends... Well, it just feels this way.
I feel like I've cried out ever so in vain for help but not one soul responds. My heart wrenches slowly, numbness approaches but never arrives. I'm the cause of all the bad. That's what my family says. I'm to be blamed for all that is wrong. Absolutely! I'm not needed, I know you wished I was never born. So do I! My love shall always be an understatement.
The words you use, in comparrison to being stabbed by a dagger, worse. You seem to think that I'm self-absorbent. How wrong is that, I know so much more. Living in dreams where things are beautiful and I'm happyand where I awake, a place of unending nightmare.
Shortness of breath everyday. Why? Perhaps the end is coming, the day where I unite with nothingness. Waiting... waiting... Afterall, no one cares, no one shall remember.
.......So hurt, beyond words can describe
Here's what I have, SHIT family, SHIT friends, SHIT life... I was once told that after World War 2, the orphan babies that were lined closer to the aisle where the doctors were lived while those that were further died eventually. They were all fed properly, the thing was that the babies further away died because they weren't loved, weren't given any attention.
Be it whether I'm an orphan or not, love is an emotion I do not feel. I give so much but in the end, my intentions/efforts are neither well received nor appreciated. Nights go by and my tears flow, seems that god saw nothing. In reality, I wonder what's holding me back to end this. I have neither family nor friends... Well, it just feels this way.
I feel like I've cried out ever so in vain for help but not one soul responds. My heart wrenches slowly, numbness approaches but never arrives. I'm the cause of all the bad. That's what my family says. I'm to be blamed for all that is wrong. Absolutely! I'm not needed, I know you wished I was never born. So do I! My love shall always be an understatement.
The words you use, in comparrison to being stabbed by a dagger, worse. You seem to think that I'm self-absorbent. How wrong is that, I know so much more. Living in dreams where things are beautiful and I'm happyand where I awake, a place of unending nightmare.
Shortness of breath everyday. Why? Perhaps the end is coming, the day where I unite with nothingness. Waiting... waiting... Afterall, no one cares, no one shall remember.
.......So hurt, beyond words can describe
