Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

End it.

End this,
End this world,
End this species,
End this suffering,
End my pain,
End the cancer,
End the sickness,
End this world,
End all of us.

We are supposedly doomed to ruin, not really but it feels that way,
People are happy, people are sad,
People completely drive me fucking mad. I'm sorry for the cursing.
I'm sorry I sin, I'm sorry about all of this.
My existential crisis, why do I exist?
Why cant I be dead.
Why can't I be dust?
How come nobody wants me here?
How come nobody wants my happiness?
Oh shut up, you only think for yourself, Baked!
You stupid ignorant twit!
I hate you, you..you.. Myself..
Whoops. I let the voices in my head write again.
I'm sorry.