And never, has a day gone by that I wish that my life hasn't ended. I keep fight and keep going, but inisde I wish to end this pain. Being stuck in a world that hates you for being true to yourself and in a body that hates itself, is torture. But why? What is the true purpose of being alive if I can't see it for myself? Poetry seems to give my life meaning, but then again, you have those bastards that say your writing is crap and that their crap smells better. It's so bull. Moments that make one's life feel meaningful are mostly gone and never happen in my life. Emo gives my life purpose, gives me friends. Alone, I can not fight the pain, but with conformity, which i hate, I can be alive. My friends depress me even more then I already am. We all want to end eachother's pain, but nothing can help us, nothing can save us. To me, the world is just a never ending circle of fashion, conformity, and pain. Never have I seen happiness like in the movies. Of course, that's just what they are: movies, a fictional view of life. But whatever, pain is pain, i like move on.
The saying goes: "******** off and ******** on; it's life"
Deca
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