i am tired.

i am tired of people,

more shallow than rain puddles.

no one appreciates my kindess,

no one takes a minute to try to understand me.

at the end of the day, no one cares.

so why should i care?

oh, i don't know...

perhaps because i am idiotic,

or, perhaps, because i give myself no value.

praying for a tomorow, where i can be dead,

as become part of my daily routine.

once again, i am tired.

tired of waking up in pain,

sleeping in pain,

existing in pain.

it is an agonazing feeling.

curiously enough,

this daily pain still isn't the reason why i want to give up...

who i am and the way i am are both things not meant for this world.

i don't fit in crowds,

i don't fit in anyone's heart.

i am always by myself,

always alone,

always unwanted.

i resent people,

humanity,

divinity,

but, most importantly, 

i resent myself.

fuck me, right?