What utter s-h-i-t. You know /exactly/ what you have. It's just up to you whether or not you'll cherish it until it /is/ gone.
People passing me by don't make eye contact with me. They shouldn't.
My face is stoic and unforgiving, as life has taught me to be. You reading this. Yeah, you.
You're probably one of those people who say: "Well everyone suffers through misery at some point. Everybody hurts."
Well, f-u-c-k you. Is "everybody" here and able to take away the pain? Is "everybody" going through the same exact things as me? Does "everybody" even know I exist or give me a second look?
No.
Because "everybody" has their own s-h-i-t to deal with, their own problems to whine about, while I'm here going through the anguish I feel by myself.
And do you know why? Because even though "everybody hurts," no one can feel my pain. No one can feel the pain the same way as someone else, and no one can feel it like I do.
Others might sob, drink their sorrows away, or even sleep. But me? I destroy.
I destroy everything around me so that even though no one can feel the destruction inside of me, they can sure as hell see it.
