Society's Nomenclature

Day 2 - Insight

Day 2
Insight

"Do you want to live?"
My head pounded, my body felt an odd type of frail, and a swift coolnes was continuously consuming every angle of me with a dramatic slap. The voice in my head was only encouraging me to give it the back of my hand as I accepted the surreal fact of death.
"Do you want to live?"
I groaned mentally, desiring only the silence of this soon to come abortive afterlife. I just wanted all of this to be over, this coldness to stop. Yet overall this need to give up and let it pass, hints of me fought a tough surface, wanting to breath and wanting to live. It might sound cheesey, but I wanted to be proven that not all of these events were just scraps of memories, that not everybody meant to the amount of dirt. I wanted my life, and everybody's to mean something. But no one proved it. And the lack motivation, whether it's coming from a bad home or an insane asylum, just pushed me down under even more. No one was kind enough to pull me up fom drowning in this wasteland. No one was compassionate enough to lead me out of this treacherous life. No one was worth the effort to find meaning in this fucking black and white circus of a life.
So why should I continue? If we're all the same under the eyes of some God, what's the purpose to make anything different? Why don't epeople see the fact that at an early age we degraded ourselves, our parents degraded their own children to have no purpose! It's sickening and I, I am ashamed to say that I am one of those befallen children.

"Yes."