I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm
hungry. I'm hungry.
I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm
hungry. I'm hungry.
I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm
hungry. I'm hungry.
I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm
hungry. I'm hungry.
I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm
hungry. I'm hungry.
I'm hungry. I'm
hungry. I'm hungry. I'm
hungry.
I swear,
I am the most selfish person to walk this
earth.
And I hate it so much.
I'd apologize for the millionth time,
but I'm not sure who to apologize to this time.
Let me explain:
Here, I am, sitting in a dark room filled with self
loathe
and a body filled with emotion and
poisoned blood.
Here I am again,
reaching for a blade.
And now, here I am,
attempting to get every last drop of poison out of my body.
Though, I do not want to die.
I just choose to suffer, and to torture
myself.
This is a selfish act itself.
But when you think about it,
here I am, acting like this,
when there are people out there who suffer daily.
And people who would love a life like mine.
So, I guess, the people I should be apologizing to are,
not only my friends who have to live with me
always bashing on myself
and killing a person that they apparently love, but also
those kids in need.
Those families, those people
who suffer from hunger.
And no shelter.
No job.
No friends.
No money.
No gifts.
Barely any smiles.
Probably no laughs.
I'm sorry to you all.
If I could build you all a life like mine,
I would.