When you are completely alone in the world who are you to blame? You can try and push all the blame upon those around you, yet deep down you know the only reason is yourself. When you finally come to the realisation of your own faults it sparks a chain reaction, igniting the flames that begin to consume you in a mass of self loathing and pity, there is nothing to do in this state. With only yourself to rely on and turn too you stare into the empty blackness, slowly returning to a cold hearted bitch. As the flow of stinging tears begin to cease. There is no one is this world you can turn too even those with people no one actually cares.
We are all self centred being, trsgic things happen but without it happening to you; you give sympathy at the time yet soon move on and forget. Time stops for no one everything keeps moving foreward even when you struggle to keep jsut still. One certsinty of life is death, people mourn, weep, being frightful of death. When it comes for me I will open my arms gladly to be consumed by this non reversible fate, surely what is next is less painful than what exists on earth. Even the thought of permanent ceasing seems comforting. Everthing you were scattered and destroyed; all but forgotten. Peace.
