A Different Kind of Madness
Loneliness...
Hatred…
Sadness…
Fear…
Loathing…
Epiphanies I can no longer ignore as my mind slowly crumbles under the weight of being alone.
I can always say I'm better off alone, a painkiller with the fullest effects and the most side effects.
No tool can be so damaged or overused and be so fragile.
This madness can tear anyone down, the strongest will soon fall.
As long as I'm alone, everything seems meaningless, useless.
But I must be alone, because I'm not fit for anyone to be with.
I'm barely human, if I should be called that.
I hide my deep hatred to the people who forsaken me, they weren't worthy, just like I'm not.
But the pain of being alone…is worse than any injury I have known.
My heart never had the desire to love someone, because so many chose to refuse it.
My heart doesn't have the strength to move on, neither does my soul.
A neurotic sense that will make anyone break down.
It's catching up to me.
It's taking it's toll.
Maybe I'll be free.
Maybe not.
