Once I was brought upon this world my old, mindless husk that would one day withold myself cried.
All logic calls to this being simply the way of humans to announce they're alive, but i believe it to be, at least in my own perception of things, to be a warning indicative of a life of endless pain about to start.
Everytime i received stimulus that made me feel happy or fulfilled i was trapped by a mechanism of my brain to continue onwards living a pointless chase of dreams and survival, only if it doesn't truly bring anything better.
I cried when i was brought here. And i will smile when i am taken away.
I refuse to deny my truth.
