angels on the sideline again, benched along with patience and reason, wondering where this tug of war will end.

i can't feel sorry. sorry-ness can't describe the amount of shame that is in my chest for being the one who is still living.

in a world where that the one who is full of joy for living, gets killed and the one who yearns for death, survives.

there's nothing in it's right. but there's a lot of wrongs that shouldn't take places, but they do.

if i let out, i'm afraid i won't get back.

i'm afraid of the fact that i may don't have it in me anymore, not even a single drop.

there is no way i can escape. the wish to murder all of them, to rip off their heads, to slit their throats, to blow their brains out and to dance on their bones.

i'm a worthless, useless human. so are you.

3:27 years of suffering had turned into something different, stronger, more meaningful. an absolute hatred towards everything, and everyone.

looking at the sunrise, thinking about the lives that deserved to see this as well but they didn't let them.

i'm not ashamed of being alive, i'm ashamed that i wasn't the one died. there’s a vase difference between these.

in a world where only selective systems run, there’s no hope for a miracle. it's only fighting.

i'm disgusted by the same air we breathe, by the same sunlight we feel at our skin, by the same water we drink, by the same language we speak, i'm so fucking disgusted by you having everything that i have as well when you don't deserve any of it.

it's not fair. actually it was never fair.and that's why i don't belive in fate as well.

"it will pass" but it makes me pass out too.