Shattered Thoughts

I...
I have...
I have scraped my skin off tonight. I wish for this nightmare to be over.
Filled with depression and this sickening anger i have to fight it for my doing, I could lose all hope of finding it's true potential.
The Music is my only father and the world of Video game is my mother. I have grown with the hatred for this world and soon i shall remain just a stuffed animal upon the floor with no one to pick me up or even the pieces.
The records of my life are all diminished for i have never wanted to keep living.
Stupidity filled this world and that is all it is.
My blood has filled the cup from which i drink from and my body is nothing more then the air we breath.
this depression...
this anger...
this world shall be the death of me.