What a selfish happiness, finding welfare in a world I’d prefer not to be part of. So much distress, suffering and pain. How may I find comfort in a shell filled by anger, filled by rage, and merging into hate?
There are walls, all around me, heavier than myself, motionless: reflecting me.
I was told that I’m unhappy: collapsing under depression. “I can learn”, I thought… “I will learn”. But I am void, I am sick.
I don’t know how to smile, or maybe I just don’t want to. I’m building walls; concrete becoming me. I’m so fucking empty.