Hellbound Hermit

Im a broken shell of all the people I couldn’t love the way I should’ve intended to, and stained with the promise of doing more when I’ll always stray to do the same

Again another deadbeat loser who will die alone, others with less prospects or intellect or fucking empathy for the human race lost to live with nobody because of rumination and disdain for mankind and a life that will never be. I deserve more and I’ll never get it, and I’ll never be comfortable with where I am, and nobody will ever feel comfortable with me. I’m a product of my own emotionless empty father and my erratic judgmental mother. I don’t care about anything and it’s why I can’t find a person to give a shit about me, existing is just a part of life, but living was never meant for someone who hates to be around others and can’t enjoy his time being alone. I’m fighting to live and yearning to die.

I realize I’ll never feel at home with anyone and I drag everybody down by their high expectations of me. Not suicidal but displeased with how I can never satisfy everyone’s version of me.

Everyone I love, leaves me to die

Alone again fucking hate my goddamn life and self

Working till death I hate it here