How I long for a bullet to the head or a knife to the heart or a noose to the throat. Why should I keep on living in hell? What possible purpose could I have? I am a loser. I have always been a loser. I am a loner. LONELY is my life. I am a loner. No one likes a loner.
I have always wanted to be helpful...I want to help people. I GIVE myself for them. SACRIFICE myself for them...But no one accepts me. They accept my help, say a little "thank you", then just go about their stupid ignorant ways. Why should I continue with this hopelessness? Maybe I should kill them? Make them go away? Then I won't need to help them. I'll be lonely, like I always was. Me, alone in the world. Maybe I should do that. Maybe...maybe...
If I was alone, there would be no one to criticize me or hurt me or expect anything out of me. I would be free of guilt. Free of pain. Free of sorrow. Free to be me. FREEDOM.
Just me and loneliness. Together, we're nothing.
-MK
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