How do You Tell the World You Hate It?
There is a type of loneliness that burrows deep into the core, takes hold of the heart, and injects the blood with overwhelming despair, filtering into every crevasse of the mind, body and soul.
I have not achieved such a level of depression.
I am, however, very close indeed.
Oh, how do I say that I tire of this world? Nothing seems worth the oxygen I take in for sustenance, and the food I consume leaves me emptier than ever. I'll say it: I want to die, if only because life has nothing for me. It's all cheap shit, we should see this by now. Yet it goes on, religion and love and money . . . none of it is real to me anymore. Nobody understands when they try to take me to the clubs. I want TRUE-FUCKING-LOVE, and I will not settle for anything less. I may not be able to settle at all, as almost everyone around me has proven that when a person says "I love you" they really mean, "Having a significant other makes me look better as a person in the eyes of society, not too mention a decent supply of booty." I can't deal with that.
Everything seems so fake. I look out the window at high rise apartments, and they look as though a child had drawn them. I don't want to be shut in a world of glass and metal, only to see it shatter and buckle before my eyes. Madness is taking me, I can feel it. I see more things, worse things, the distortion is becoming more frequent. Some days I don't even recognize my computer background.
Aw fuck it. None of you care.
I have not achieved such a level of depression.
I am, however, very close indeed.
Oh, how do I say that I tire of this world? Nothing seems worth the oxygen I take in for sustenance, and the food I consume leaves me emptier than ever. I'll say it: I want to die, if only because life has nothing for me. It's all cheap shit, we should see this by now. Yet it goes on, religion and love and money . . . none of it is real to me anymore. Nobody understands when they try to take me to the clubs. I want TRUE-FUCKING-LOVE, and I will not settle for anything less. I may not be able to settle at all, as almost everyone around me has proven that when a person says "I love you" they really mean, "Having a significant other makes me look better as a person in the eyes of society, not too mention a decent supply of booty." I can't deal with that.
Everything seems so fake. I look out the window at high rise apartments, and they look as though a child had drawn them. I don't want to be shut in a world of glass and metal, only to see it shatter and buckle before my eyes. Madness is taking me, I can feel it. I see more things, worse things, the distortion is becoming more frequent. Some days I don't even recognize my computer background.
Aw fuck it. None of you care.