Yesterday there was hope...
Today there is nothing...
For one to feel the escape of everything good...
Depletes one of his entire humanity.
They say to fight and to keep fighting on...
I try so hard yet it feels like I"m only making it harder for myself.
No family or friends to call or to write.
Not even a single person that knows me by my first name...
Was it the pain I caused to make them drift away from me....
Or is it that I just don't exist in this lonely cold demise...
My nonexistence is one which can be compared to...
Compared to all aspects of life that require shelter and the accomplishment and title of being considered nothing or nobody...
Why does it feel this way?
What do I do to become comfortable in my ways?
There is an answer that lies beneath...
But the path that lies to the only act of kindness is few and far between.
I step forward...
I step to the side...
I feel empty....
And there is nowhere to hide...
The bricks are thick and become massive by the second...
Who built this structure...This house of lost motivation and determination?
Was it me? I think it may be so...
However the case....I can still see there is a chance.
Without chance there is no reason and without reason there is no cause...
So for now I will walk forward and turn left when I feel is right....
As it is for now that I am simply carrying the hatred of others and the sorrow of my own...
Someday I may become completely ......
"Nonexistent"
