Useless, empty brain.
I don't think I have this. If my brain is empty, how can I process the fact that the earth is cruel no matter how much you try to change its rotation on its axis? If have an empty brain, then how can I manage to think ways on how to kill myself?
There are billions of people in this world, and twice the population is the number of ears that are used for listening. Yet no one ever listened to me. I'm tired of yelling; of breathing in a place where oxygen doesn't exist. Why can't I just live with God almighty? Why can't I just rest peacefully in my coffin? Why do I have to fake smiles and pretend to live happy?
I'm weak. I know I am. But can you blame the destroyed house after the storm? I tried to stand sturdy. I tried to live no matter how fucked up life is. But nobody gives me a reason to stay.
I just hope people would know how words could kill.
