All of our lives we've been told what to believe. "Nothing

Is perfect" so what's the point of purpose? The line that separates the weak

From us who truly care, is one I don't intend to cross. The heart of man beats

But only in greedy hands, and it seems that most are still content. Where most

Are comfortable accepting insignificance, we strive to find the effort within.

If you open up your eyes, and open up your mind you will be exposed to a world as

Cold as those who are left to populate it. Two decades spent swallowing lie

After lie has sparked a fire in my heart, and the time has come to spread the

Flame. We can't continue wasting time, day after day trying to find a new means

Of escape. We do this day after day. And I can't face the disconnect. I'll shed

The dead weight and rise. I never thought that I would need to justify a reason

To continue in this life I lead. I fucking hate the world, I fucking hate

Myself. I fucking swore I'd never feel like this.