3 Depressed

I won't talk about anything regarding the works of others.

Today, I'll talk about myself.

So, who am I? Am I someone that had hope, and the world destroyed the hope of an innocent child? Or was the world the one that showed the innocent child something more? Something that brought the child down to his knees, all because the child had a weak will?

I hate it when people say, "what about your future?!" The reason is simple, I know that whatever path I choice, I'll just leave it.

I will always become that guy that lost himself in self pity, and fell into a depression so deep, he dreamed of falling down a bottomless pitch back pit.

I always felt out of place, always becoming the obnoxious kid, for I had no other choice. I always get outcasted, even when I'm trying my best.

I always try my best! Yet, is it good enough?

When did I start asking if my best wasn't enough? Was it when my teacher transferred me into a class for people that 'Unique', as the teacher put it? Or was it when I was told by my new 'Unique' teacher I wasn't like the rest, that I was special?

I always thought it was bullshit fed to us to not feel bad.

Hell, there was a whole year I acted different from my previous act... you know what I got? I was told, "you changed!" THATS WHAT!

I can never satisfy you hypocrites! So... I just stopped caring.

Caring about the world.... caring about nothing, nobody. Why should I care? I just passed my days staring at my phone, trying to escape the reality.

I just want to find peace, somewhere where I can stop acting, somewhere where I could but my thoughts out there, and not be judged.

Or atleast be helped with the process of the expression of my thoughts.

I just don't know anymore.... and now that I think about it, I never did.

This is Demonic_Lord, and I'm here to leave a message before I leave... if, any of you out there is reading this.

— You are yourself. Yet, are no one.

You are molded by society, and what it wants of you.

You can 'break free' and become of the people that mold someone else.

You can be anything, as long as society thinks it's a bit useful.

If you are considered... 'harmful' then... the people they have programmed to target those of different opinions, attack you until you quit what you started or by suicide.

You slowly lose yourself in society, being controlled like puppets on string, or become the puppeteer.—