CARRIED WEIGHT

Waste.

I'm just a piece of shit. There's not a doubt in my mind that once I leave this earth everything will be fine. This life's nothing more than a calamity. Rotting away is all that's left for me. A disease with no remedy. Been brought into this world to decay. Breeding ignorance with no risk. Stripped of all our choices. There's no escape from what we're born to be. Wealth and status is futile. Everything will succumb to mortality. There is no pride or class when you're buried 6 feet deep in the ground. We all face the same fate. We're destined for death. Society's an illusion. Deluded by our misconception of life. Procreating pollution. We will die leaving behind a product of our filth. Our only purpose is to die. Contempt with the thought of no more life. Born to wither away. Disposed like a fucking piece of shit. Worthless. I'm just a piece of shit. There's not a doubt in my mind, not being alive's the only peace that I'll find. Cursed to walk this earth with an illusion of purpose. Our existence is worthless. We're born a calamity. Forced into a life of misery. We all face the same fate in life. Destined to die.