On The Edge of Dispair
I question, why must one be made to live this life? I see it as not being a gift but rather a cruel punishment. It is a conviction in which i have yet to understand. What have i done to deserve this degree of hatred? As of now and the years prior, living has felt pointless and undeserving. Why have I lasted this long? Is there no escape from this tormentous earth? My Eyes are windows to a blackened abyss, my ears continuously ring the melody of evildoers, while my scarred flesh taunts me with ridiculing reminders. ...
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You have done nothing to deserve the life you have had. Nothing.
It was bad luck.
it can change.
Your writing is beautiful - very poetic and full of fabulous imagery. Do you use it in your life? If you don\'t then you should.
I don\'t jot it on paper all this is in my mind and occasionally ill type it out, because its a lot easier and quicker. Many times ill forget what i wanted to write, it bums be out when i forget so easily. :[