Cynicism At Its Finest

Most of us are unified by a shattered past, and a bleak outlook for the future that lies ahead. The weight we feel everyday continues to cripple our minds in a way that completely dismantles any sense of happiness we might accidentally find. Most of us are so bound by depression that we can’t see even the most beautiful aspects of life that present themselves to us on a daily basis. Every bittersweet sunrise we are blessed, or cursed with, are overshadowed by the cynical thoughts that race through our minds constantly in a ballet of dark and soul crushing consistency. One after the next, they each remind us that love for another is most likely as far fetched as finding the self love we so desperately seek out from birth to lonesome death. It won’t be until the very end while lying on our death beds that we will realize we wasted away our days in search of a phantom. A life well wasted in a world that’s just as shattered and Empty as we so quickly became. I hope god can forgive me, because I damn sure can’t forgive myself. D.R.L.