I'm not dead or alive.
I don't care if I die or survive.
They all tolerate me.
But it's all an act.
I don't feel happiness or relief from my pain.
Everyone hates me and label me insane.
They have no idea...
I want to set the world on fire.
I want the ashes to burn with desire.
I want to hear them all to scream for me.
I want them all to feel my suffering and beg to be set free.
I am nothing which is ironic since I have nothing.
I'll never have happiness again because I'm going to die alone from something.
No one will care because everything and everyone I touch dies.