Short Memories

Bruises and Scars

   Start to end. Us humans wake up then sleep. For we all have schedules of some sort, we all follow some certain thing through our day. We all repeat something over and over. 
Oddly it's called a routine. Our bodies are program to follow a certain routine. Somewhat my body doesn't follow. For it is different for others. Yes we are all different, but in our own ways. We all relate by being human. Many ask, what makes us human? But i ask what makes me human?
For all i know i suffer like the one, i crave and desire like one, i look like one. 
Though I, myself don't feel human, for i, myself don't feel anything.
Don't humans feel?
Then why don't I feel? For i feel empty, for i feel nothing like and empty vessel. There is nothing left.
I am emotionless.
I crave for death. I crave for insanity, i crave for something not many want.
For it always follows me, for I always run from it, but to only be annoyed and given up. So much that i do to only be for nothing at the end. I don't try for i do. Trying doesn't exist for me. There's a do and there's a don't. I never did the don't.
Now it's pointless to do, so i must do the don't. Though i'm still doing things. Doing things a human does. But for i crave death. Take me to hell i say, for i now live in it.
Everyday is something new for me to suffer. I suffer everyday, but i keep quiet for i don't complain. Years from now scars and bruises have been created. Mentally in my head. Nothing good ever happens. Though maybe a little. For we cannot have good with out a little bit of bad and we cannot have bad with out a little bit of good.
Surprising how our human race works.
For i want to die in peace, knowing it'll never happen. Let my body be buried down under the dirt, let my soul travel
For it'll go to someone else, reincarnated into Animal or Human.
Hoping for the second, third, fourth and so on,
Be better than this one,
For maybe this one will be the last i remember.