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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?" Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul. Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no. When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish. I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone. Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing. Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone. To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me". To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint... Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that. My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life. No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety. In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day. I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless. I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me. I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies. The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.
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