Nothing is perfect.
You're not perfect.
I'm not perfect.
Life isn't perfect.
Obviously.
Whoever made whatever, ''Life'', is, didn't intend for us to be very happy.
I thought my life was perfect.
I was so wrong.
I don't even have a life.
There is no trace that I exist.
Not exactly.
But I really want it to be that way.
My so called, ''Life,'' is ruined by me.
Or at least that's what everybody says.
My life may have started out ''Okay'',
But we all know that's just life raising your hopes, then crushing it.
That's how you do it.
It's very easy, really.
When my life wasn't just a daily session of abuse and bloodshed
I was mean to others.
Even though my life was okay,
I hurt others, physically and emotionally
To make myself feel even better.
Who would've guessed.....
The ones I threw under the bus
Who would've guessed.....
I'd end up even worse than them?
Maybe it's Karma.
Just kidding.
That isn't real.
Karma is a myth.
Life doesn't have Karma in it,
Life is just an organism...
Who feeds off of human pain.
