Never_Forget
March 15th, 2008, 07:38 PM
Basically, nobody cares anymore. I don't care. They don't care. Nobody cares.
I used to be hyper, I found everything funny. I was the most life loving kid you would ever meet.
Nowadays hardly anything can get a laugh out of me. What I used to find funny is just boring to me now. All I feel inside is that I want people to suffer endlessly, for all the apocolyptic phrophecies to come true. My sense of humor has become more sadistic. I take pleasure in seeing people suffer. Hence why I love the ending of Jaws so much, I actually laughed when i saw that man get killed. I laughed because I liked it, the way they made it look like he was really suffering, because thats what I want to happen to everybody. I want dissent spread across the nations, pain distributed throughout the globe. There is not one living creature I would cry for. People have turned me this way. At night my dreams are of hurting people, making them feel the very essence of pain. I never used to be like this, I never used to be so bitter and twisted. Why did they have to come into my life?
Why did I have to have a life?
Why can't I be a dead, safe in cocoon of silence, unaware of the pain that once plagued me.
Unaware of the sorrow I can't help but stew in.
The festering hate.
The lies.
The unbearable taunts of everyday life.
Why?
Why can't I join my ancestors, below the surface of the earth, or scattered across the wastelands of the world.
That's all it is to me.
Wasteland.
Dreams don't come true, neither do wishes.
Just as well, otherwise the suffering would never cease.
And it wouldn't be mine.
I used to be hyper, I found everything funny. I was the most life loving kid you would ever meet.
Nowadays hardly anything can get a laugh out of me. What I used to find funny is just boring to me now. All I feel inside is that I want people to suffer endlessly, for all the apocolyptic phrophecies to come true. My sense of humor has become more sadistic. I take pleasure in seeing people suffer. Hence why I love the ending of Jaws so much, I actually laughed when i saw that man get killed. I laughed because I liked it, the way they made it look like he was really suffering, because thats what I want to happen to everybody. I want dissent spread across the nations, pain distributed throughout the globe. There is not one living creature I would cry for. People have turned me this way. At night my dreams are of hurting people, making them feel the very essence of pain. I never used to be like this, I never used to be so bitter and twisted. Why did they have to come into my life?
Why did I have to have a life?
Why can't I be a dead, safe in cocoon of silence, unaware of the pain that once plagued me.
Unaware of the sorrow I can't help but stew in.
The festering hate.
The lies.
The unbearable taunts of everyday life.
Why?
Why can't I join my ancestors, below the surface of the earth, or scattered across the wastelands of the world.
That's all it is to me.
Wasteland.
Dreams don't come true, neither do wishes.
Just as well, otherwise the suffering would never cease.
And it wouldn't be mine.