Tired

Yes, I'm a mess, a tragedy, in the state of calamity

Humans are monsters with tame faces. They charm you before they attack. Always leave you in catastrophe

Have no direction because my life has no purpose or mission for my life has no distinct destination

These judgments society make always makes me throw up and feel sick

Feeding up the monster inside me filling up the dark space with pure emptiness

I have no qualities that can be unique or special they always say I'm useless

No one understood and no one even tried to bother because I'm just a waste of time

I have built my walls higher and stronger making it hard for them to conquer and make unnecessary disaster

I don't know why I'm still doing this. I'm lost in the woods and constantly walking in circles

Maybe I still have hopes no matter how hopeless it may seems. Just to be found and find the true reason of living

I hope this will happen because I want to live just before I die where dying is our final destination

In this worthless world, having a reason to live and to die for making it worth it to try. Hopefully before I get too tired.