Self-Hatred and Impurities,
the constant torture of reality.
Pouring my soul out into meaningless writings,
giving my all to find the meaning.
How does one accomplish happiness,
satisfaction,
or even the meager feeling of contentment,
when all that exists in this world is hatred,
judgement,
and jealousy?
When will people rise above the dark and cold of the harsh corners of society?
Will the people willing to rise be shunned and forced to shy away?
When the world comes crashing down,
will people be satisfyed with themselves for leading up to the collapse?
One question remains unanswered,
lying beneath the depths of society.
Why?
A/N:
Wow. This is just packed with emotional junk.
