I used to beleive that I had a meaning, that i could possibly change the
world. Now I am constantly reminded of my worthlessness. I have discraced myself, my friends, my family and anyone else who
has ever believed in or trusted me. I am now nothing, I cannot even picture their faces without feeling an overwhelming sense
of remorse.
I am afraid the one day the feelings I hide deep within me will once
surface. I cannot even express true emotion now. I keep everything locked up inside that eats away at me and there is no way
out anymore. There is no hope for me now, there is no chance of survival. The only way I can once again exist is in another
slump of emotion. The only way I make it though is the single feeling that I have when i get around the ones that have deprived
me of my true emotions. The ones that have replaced it with insurity and agony, sorrow and misery. Which is none other that
that of humanity, including myself.
Now, the only thing I have left is knowing that one day, it will come back
to me. If it does not then there will be one that will arise and complete the legacy that I am trying to bring. Let that one
succeed for I would have failed. My only hope is the words I speak which even then I may lose one day. Hopefully one day I
may influence the one to rise and be our new hope. Let it be known though, if my writings are discovered one day (as I see
they will be) do not give false claims. I have written these words in blood and tears. For all i have gone though for this
(my pride and joy) the least i deserve is a little credit.
