When your life is so horrible you want it to be a lie.
When anything you do is futile, useless against a fate you know is coming and changing you into a monster.
When every second you live is erasing what little you care about others.
When your brain destroys itself to make sure you will die too soon to do anything so you speedrun your way through any "noble" purpose you find doable in less than 20 years.
When your memories of what you cared enough about to cry over slip away in exchange for hate.
When your will is converting into violence.
What do you do ?
YOU ARE READING
Prose and poetry
PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
