I awake alone. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with my shortcomings.
I face people during the day. I am still alone.
They don't care what I am about. Don't care how I hurt.
They hurt too. A hurt that blinds them to my reality.
It's a two-way street. I don't give a damn what suffocates their soul.
We all suffer. We do it alone.
Everything dies - compassion, empathy, love.
The only thing that can be sustained is pain, because it feeds on itself.
The perfect life force; immortality expressed in a twisted truth.
Is this what God intended?
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