Why do i hate my life so much?
I despise this town, it's full of all the memories I'd rather forget about. Go to school every day, hang out with friends, and then return to a home that I'd rather not go back to. There's no place I'd rather go ever again. Will repeating this every single day give any change? will that day ever come? This is a world that has ended. It's cold. Nothing is born and nothing dies, not even passing time exists. If I were looking for somewhere to be born, I don't think I would choose this world, And in this world, such as it is, it's filled with loneliness and despair. I'm tired of waiting for all this darkness to light up, I have hopes for someone to come and save me from myself, we'll go out to a place that's warm, and every day something new and exciting happens, a place filled with sunflowers, a place where despair cannot reach me, yeah place where wishes come true.
I am a little boy living in this empty and still world, my body has been hollowed out and filled with emptiness, I'm blind, I'm deaf, I can't taste, I can't smell. I feel numb and useless, just taking up space.
Why was I born? I never asked for it anyway, my life is the worst gift someone has ever given to me. I don't want to live for the sake of living. You don't eat for the sake of eating you eat because you're hungry, I want to be hungry for life, but sadly I can't have even that. Every day is dull, the sky is not blue anymore just shades of gray. This is a world that has nothing, a world that's void of all happiness. Perhaps that is why I was born, to be alone, just waiting to die.