Friday, 6 March 2009

I hate this world where I exist,
Never wanted to be on it,
Never even asked for it!
One day we're fine,
On the other we're dead,
What kind of life is this?
This shiteous world is filled
Of great creeps and crazies,
This existence is not worthy,
What the hell am I still doing
In this rotting life so meanless?
If I can't understand something like Life,
How can I ever accept Death?
There is no purpose to so much suffer;
Those who die in the very single minute
That they put their heads here outside,
Are the ones that got their ways out
Of this miserable and pointless trip.

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