I stay with in this world, a useless, burdening, parasitic, waste of a creature.
I'd fear my own shadow, had I not made friends with it to seal away my former emotions. And even then my emotions show for some.
Weighted down once again, even God almighty would be disappointed, had I not stopped believing in him more than six years ago.
I feed off of the suffering of others, and can not stand my own suffering because of it. I am a hypocritical b*****d, who cannot be bothered to be relied on for the most simple of tasks, I need constant instruction on everything I do, or else I just get confused and wonder around like a lost puppy.
I am also a cur, unfriendliness and violence make up more of me than anything else. I am one who can only rely on others and cannot be relied on myself. I always say I am glad to be of use. This is because I am hardly able to help anyone.
I often feel like I want to slowly descent into hell, and wipe away all traces of my existence, so that way I don't hurt anyone.
Sorry Beautiful, I had to get it out of my system.... And yet strangely, it still remains.
 Desilude · Fri Feb 03, 2012 @ 05:06am · 1 Comments |
