bad.

Sometimes the world just doesn't make sense

Everything is jumbled, everything's a mess

Chains around my wrist

raw, bleeding, burning.

But who put these chains here?

I did.

I'm stuck in a life I never wanted.

I never asked for this.

Nothing makes me happy, nothing makes any fucking sense.

I feel like my reality, is not what everyone else sees.

I see death.  I see blood.  I see torture.  I see the bad in everyone.

But I see the good in everyone.  Because you're supposed to 'try to'.

I do good, because that's what you're 'supposed to do'.

But do I want to?

No.