Depicting the thought process of despair can lead to troubling content. Oftentimes it tends to be a fleeting thought. When they all converge into one great storm, and your own thoughts scream abuse at the little person somewhere deep inside your heart, it is difficult to imagine it will ever stop.

This is a piece of the darker recesses of my mind, which surfaces whenever the day plummets into a monstrous cliché of the extravagant. I acknowledge that these thoughts are part of someone troubled, but exposing a glimpse of this madness tells a story. If this is the prologue, there still is an entire book to be written. And it will have a happy ending.

Also, purple prose and fucking melodrama.

oOo

Who am I?
No one.
Could the world die?


You are worthless,
You deserve to be,
Alone.

You are useless,
You deserve to be,
Alone.


Just shut up,
Just shut up,
Just shut up,
Just shut up.



Just jump off the building,
Remove yourself.

You were never loved,
And you never will be.

Just jump off the building,
Remove yourself.

You were never loved,
And you never will be.


Who am I?
Nobody cares.
Could you just die?
Could you just die?


You are worthless,
You deserve to be,
Alone.

You are useless,
You deserve to be,
Alone.


Just shut up,
Just shut up,
Just shut up,
Just shut up.
Just shut up,
Just shut up,
Just shut up,
Just shut up.

oOo