Everything that's meant to be, isnt going to be.
Wishes that grew out of proportion lay dormant voids in our hearts, with our minds pierced and scrambled into disarray.
What the future holds for me is questionable, as I jumble further into torment and stricken with liability claims.
Although, feeling like an outcast has its benefits. That is if you're quiet.
The hunters prey on the quiet.
Stalking. Whispering. Tampering with it.
Anything it can do to subdue their prey.
That void can only be filled with addiction and feelings of pleasure.
Said void, is what causes desires.
Feeding on your addictions.
Cramming falseifications into your brain.
That feeling of loneliness gets worse.
The more trauma stacked on top of an empty pit of desires, only worsens things.
Wanting to make someone proud vs. actually making someone proud is a pretty drought battle.
A losing battle for some.
A constant fight, some die in the end.
But enough of this dumb depressing shit let's do something stupid and regret it later as adults.
