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Im tired. Im ill, my head hurts. They don't care. Their streets echo and scream in agony as their words spread fear. My ears might bleed soon. Who cares, though. Who cares if im hurt, as long as it doesn't hurt them? Maybe i should've hurt them more. Maybe u should've been less kind. Less understanding. Less respectful. It's on me to have tolerated them so far, but what could i do? What power i possess against 2 billion people? 2 billion zombies ready to feast on my flesh that had tasted nothing but agony and hatred for years now, why do they drool over such hardened, unwelcoming, bitter taste? Why do they never stay silent, but always advice to do so? Why do they deny their hunger for sin, for ruined lives, for unending selfishness? I realised through time, though, you can reason with anyone with enough trial. What matters most, on the other hand, is it worth it? Save, for what? Respect, for what? Just for them to give you up again? Just for you to forget? Just to suffer yourslef only? They don't deserve any means of welcoming. They get what they deserve thanks to their rip-off superpowers. Thanks to their ignorance. Thanks to their pathetic god. Suffer more, for i do so every moment.