Why do I waste my time on the human race?
I only end up saddened, depressed, and hurt in the end.
Sigh...I waste my time here, and what have I to show for it?
Some of theme are there for me, I guess they matter...the rest...meh.
The people that do care are special I suppose, but why do I still end up feeling this way? What the hell is wrong with me? I slept like complete s**t last night, waking up every few hours to see if Christine had got on. I was so tired, and hell I still am. Sleep is my enemy. The nightmares came in to wash the mental tears away. Haunting me, leaving me in an odd state of mind upon waking up. Things are feeling so far away right now, as if I'm not really here. Have I died? I'm alone, cold and depressed. Will they see mercy on me..heh..no. I don't need it anyway. The shackles have tightened around me again, the noose around my neck. Maybe I'm better off this way.
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Shallow Tome Of Depression
Racked in the mental anguish of the un-worthy.
"Laugh and the world laughs with you. Weep and you weep alone."
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