Death
Lately, I have been hating. As simple and weird as it sounds I have been hating too much something. I hate and if it makes me wicked then suggest me another way to live, a way to feel the blood rush in my veins reflecting enough immaturity, as the world refers to belief. I am dull and heavy and it will kill me so I seek rescue in apathy. I hate that what I once was for I could not retain it and I see it shining everywhere to prick my disabilities. I wish to smile but the maximum I can do to escape this pain is fade away in it denying my very existence. I am striving to hide in the damages I chose for myself so that all that is left is a rotten body with nothing to lose. I know I do not deserve to curse so I am already apologetic for having born a surreal human being.