I am dying.
I am slowly dying.
Words have turned into nothing but meaningless items to me.
This world has so much to offer.
Yet we sit here like statues, staring and becoming more blunt as the seconds pass.
People are like moving creatures.
I see nothing in my presence of living.
I only see the lives of the ones who are guilty and of those who are in withdrawal.
The only way to fix this is to die.
Die and never see them again.
Never live a pointless day of suffering.
Why do we do this when we are the ones causing our own pain?
Why do we take advantage of ourselves?
