Piece

Missing

It is a new day, and I have left my apartment behind of me, and I am checking out my phone. And I have my usual black jacket on. Haha, I love black, because it is my favourite color, just like red. But I wear mostly black. And you may ask why? Because all other colors, make me look so dull.

And it may sound too cliche, but I really enjoy looking at things that have a pretty sight on them, for example, if sky is red, and clouds are black. I think that is pretty, because I really hate blue sky, and white clouds that surround it, because it really fucking pisses me off. In this rotten ass world.

And there, as I think this to myself.. I keep wondering, how should I end my own life? Do I really want to grow old and regret my life, or do I want to take a control of my life, and do what I want? While and as I pretend that everything is okay.

My very own past still haunts me, and my own actions that never were my own fault. And my broken home, with an advantage that I was taken over by. By my family that only brought me ruin, and a broken heart. Hell was colder than ever before. That was and has been my whole and entire fucking life. Up until this point, where I would bring myself down, until sun which burns bright, would fall straight down to ground.

Moon has always been pretty and shiny to me, but my sky has no light, only pitch black darkness. And light in my life is fainting away.. And I can feel myself coming undone. With questions on why did people ever have to hurt me? And whatte hell did I ever do to deserve all of this? Nothing. Nothing but exist in this wrong and awful ass world.

And I swear if I meet another person who dares to insult me, and who thinks that this is all okay, and who pretends that life ain't so bad. I will fucking kill them.