It seems that I've committed another screw up in my life where everyone is against me. In fact, I'd always been an entire screw up my entire life.
Every body makes mistakes right? Or am I the only mistake living in a world of perfection?
I say fuck life for now and forever as I write or type this letter. All I ask for is happiness, is that too much to ask for?
Why am I the only one fighting this war that only lurks in my head?
Why do they think I'm fine?
Why can't I let it go already?
Why must I suffer and cry at night while they live on with smile?
Why? Why? Why?
I don't understand why must this world be so cruel, didn't God wanted something better than this?
Why was I born if I'm afraid, weak, and tired from these monsters we call humans?
Why am I still alive when all I do is chant to be dead in my hardest times?
Why is there so much pain inside of me?
... it seems now that all I can do is cry.
