I didn't choose to be born this way, the choice is not mine, yours, his, or hers. Is there a god? No! Yes! How can we believe in all these things? I have no hope in my species, we are the damnation to this planet. We grow a faith from nothing because we are weak, we hate on others in hopes of being loved. But how can we love when all we focus on is rage?
Do you know what divides us? Its not our sex, gender, sexuality, religion, race, its our views against each other even though we all see the same thing. The reality is we are all disgusting beasts, how do we know if its all real? We have these "feelings" that convince us that what we do is right, but every human motion is wrong.
A word slips out, a thing we know as truth. Yet for some reason we purposely twist it around to get the other one hurt. Some of our kind just quits right in the middle, they use rope, guns, knifes, anything that would end this madness for them. There is a greed inside, but its not because we actually want, its because we are deathly afraid of becoming nothing. Some will find ways to weasel out of their emptiness, by lying and saying that they are happy. But in all honesty there is no such thing as happiness, it didn't die years ago, and its not going to suddenly appear, it just never existed.
What would make you feel a little less alone? Money, foods, traveling around the world. Just ways to fill the little time we have before we all become nothing.
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Kill Me
PoetryThis is another poetry book, but is more based off all the mistakes I have done and not random stuff that constantly flows through my head, some of the poems (I guess they're poems) are also swirled and twisted ways I view the world.
