Terrible, tainted, twisted words seep past your terrible tongue.
The torturous truth tuggs at my emotions.
Telling me in not good enough, and that I should disappear and never return ever again.
Trust me, I wish I could.
I wish everyone would just forget about me and continue living their lives.
I mean, I often feel like no one notices my ghostly presence, but I know deep down that people actually care about me.
I know that some people may cherish my time, but I also know that people don't want me near them.
I understand how they feel.
Not even I want to be around myself.
But I have no choice.
So you will suffer just the way I will.
The suffering will only end when my life does.
