Venting Back into the prison.

[narcluciddreams]

I leave my house and get to the gym, force myself to make eye contact with the people here. After I leave, completely exhausted, all I want to do is cry, for what I'm doing isn't worth anything, and no one supports me in this. I will always come back here, fail myself, and scatter my body.
How can I ever hope to see the light, if all the hope needed is taken away, ripped, broken by those around me, piece by piece, mercilessly traumatizing my soul?

 

[FuneralCry]

It does seem like in this world hope is just a delusion to inevitably lead to more suffering once it's taken away. But it's true that existing certainly is so painful, I wish you the best, it really is so tiring feeling trapped here.