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Hate, lust, envy...

The feelings you know all too well.

Suicidal thoughts have become a fantasy,

A blade; your closest friend.

All you see is people watching...

Waiting for you to fall.

All you hear is their cynical laughter...

Echoing loud and clear in the back of your mind.

A freak of nature...

That's what you've become.

A sin; an everlasting pain...

That's all that's left.

How can you handle it...

Life...

Death...

The perpetual feeling of loss.

How many wounds can you endure...

Before you end it all.

Does truth ever surface...

From the lies that you perceive.

Why do you listen...

Why do you let it get to you...

All it does is leave you with another scar...

Another internal war.

So what is life you ask...

A prolonging torture until death frees you from you jaded soul.