I am ashamed at my brain.

I am cold in my soul.

I want to cry out a storm, for so long I have been alone.

Judged, belittled, and ostracized.

Misunderstood, and left out.

None to help me in my way; I think I will figure this out.

Lost genius, but I wish I could just blow my brains.

I have gone insane to find my way back into this hell maze.

People are cruel, and it is not so much about survival of the fittest.

It is about helping others when in need, and truly utilizing values.

Spirituality matters.

I hate being alive, sometimes, I just want to go to the heaven doors.

I’ve had it worse than anyone on this planet I perceive I am sure.

But I am turning this pain into the greatest victory, mark my words.