The hissing of the crickets. The whooshing of the leaves. The light from the post. The damp street. The cold night air. The whole essence of being there.
They all never matter now. Being down here in expense of losing the world just never pays a fair shot. There’s never a fair shot. One time or another, you just have to come out in clean slate. One time or another, you just have to make a choice for this world is one big phenomenon, same goes to life. You can’t stay indifferent forever.
Despite the world, alone is still the most familiar word. It just never runs out of room. It gathers everyone in yet, it doesn’t help one feel better. It just feeds one’s heart with sorrow and pain until everything crashes down leaving one’s self helpless and desperate. It breaks one’s every wall, destroys one’s every dream, corrupts one’s very own sanity as it continuously settles depression in the heart. Worse is, most of the time, it’s contributed by those who hang around.
Fuck this world off and fuck you, you, and you! You think this is subtle enough? Think again! You just created a world of mass hysteria for we will all drown in your different faces of selfishness. If I have to die, you’re just too already late. If I have to suffer, I guess, I’m not the first one. If I have to lose everything that keeps me sane, I’m most willing to. I’d rather settle in my own self-defined sense than to share the cruelty of the world you all created. I’d rather stay this way forever for in my reality, you all don’t exist. You will never exist.
You were never much of help anyway. You were never there the day I died. You all got reasons to pass all the burden right on my pouch. You all got ways to leave everything behind forcing me to keep putting my life on hold just so you could live yours.
One day, you’ll just see me right down the cracks cold and stiff. One day, you’ll just feel the coldness you caused my heart. One day, you’ll just have me too late. One day, you’ll just realize how fuck you all are for contributing a lot to my depression. One day. Just one day. Then you’ll realize how deep the wounds in my heart really are. You’ll realize the severity of the scars you engraved on my skin. You’ll realize the horrific world you all just put me into. You are the imbalance of my duality. I just wish you never exist.
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