drunk depressed dead
It’s hard to see the truth when it is shaded in the shadows but when you get so close to see it’s too late. But it must be too late for me. It’s hard to go through life wearing a mask shaded in darkness I wait for someone to take the dark off and make it light again. But no one will and I just wait in the dark and dwell on what I want in some mad dream watching my subconciousness damning myself to an awaiting eternality of hellish dreams just killing myself through and through. Wanting nothing more than the lightness but the god dam money I have doesn’t buy a bit of happiness. And as everybody looks on see that I cannot be helped and watches and doesn’t give a fuck that they just go and continue there lives with each other and laughs at me for the pleasure they get from the hate and depression I have. And from the love I want. Till next time children much love to all.