The  pessimist

My pain is like a tough stain that won’t unstick the type of pain that twists and makes you sick.
Stuck in my mind, I cannot discard.
Deep is my confused hurt, but I stand my guard
Between different emotional dimensions in my mind I shift
To be constantly disappointed was the world’s eternal gift
Resentful are all the things everyone has always said
Wondering if I’m just better off dead.
Because life on earth ended up to be hell instead
The same bullshit I’ve always been fed, the voices, the words repeat themselves in my head.
Everyone likes to purposely fill my world with disarray
I wish everyone would go away,
If I’m alone then I can’t hate the vitae.
You all stare, and you all think, but you'll never see. How the pain is savagely attacking me.
Gentle with life I take so curiously,
Frustrated because no one takes me seriously.