The cells that created the mutanity in the mind is causing the special few to suffer. The soon-to-be wiped out species..not given any respect but were thoroughly attacked. Making them realized that physical pain isn't nothing compared to emotional pain. Just because we are weird, that doesn't mean we will never erupt with lava of fiery rage. Scientifically combined with anger from deep within. But still..we are peaceful. Spit on us. You won't get shit. Just keep doing it and hope nothing will happen but you'll definitely get fucked. That can be assured.
But that's not all my brothers and sisters. Anxiety attacks and impatience has always gotten the better of me and I have yet to figure out a way to appease myself. Regarding how sick everything can get, I can only close my eyes as it's peaceful when that happen. I won't see anything coming my way..and I may just drop dead. A bullet with bad intentions might just charge full speed towards me. For when the eyes are closed, a quiet boy turns malicious not caring about the others. I'd rather not confide lest their vulgar gaze be too much to handle.
Disasters are imminent..a few were resolved but many more will come. Hate the feeling after inflicting hurt on oneself. All the fucking sick stuff that can't get the hell out of my head are bloody killing me slowly. Wouldn't it be better if they were never told or seen..How disgusting can the words be? How painful can it be when the concerns are just saying? Why weren't there any hints? Perhaps these are all the shittyness of life where one will just fucked it up and happily stroll away. Don't wanna be sick. Don't wanna be thrashed. Don't wanna be dead. Don't wanna be hurt. So help me God. What's your story for my life? The burden is shockingly ridiculous. I no longer have the strength to move on..
no salvation, no forgiveness
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