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I am submitted to this dead feeling inside, committed to the loneliness, which is not to be denied.
Suffering to me, is life a way of life and happiness seems so distant, like a dream I cannot recall.
I am suffocated by all the nonsense you place in my head, I’d try to kill myself but I fear I am already dead.
Is this what hell is like? To be alone and incomplete? So out of place in a senseless world?
So boring and dull, this so called reality, so tedious and unrewarding, this weak mortality.
For I have thoughts and feelings so powerful, yet am held down by my own human, physical limitations.
Held down from rising or releasing all of this inside, all the negative energy building up in me.
In the shadow of loneliness I fail to find the strength to shrug off this overwhelming darkness that entangles my soul, and keeps me bound, unable to move, I can only shuffle the thoughts in my head that I pray to leave me at peace within the midst of all this madness.
How is a lunatic to obtain a peace of mind? Is it worth searching so hard for something I may never find?
Am I to help or be helped? Cause nothing seems to work.
Oh, father, where did I go wrong?
DEATH IS OUR ONLY SALVATION