Eternity...

I'm sick of this. Sick of life. Sick of the world.
I'm through with trying to make sense of all the stupid and insensitive shit that comes from my Dads mouth.
I'm tired of being blamed for everything. I'm tired of being yelled at and I'm tired of putting up with stuff on my own.
You know what I've learned?
Trust isn't real. Neither is love, or kindness.
I want a break. A break from everything.
Anything can happen, and everything will happen.
Money has no meaning, life has no meaning.
You are born, suffer, then you die with nothing but terrible memories and irremovable scars.
I want no more. I never even asked for any.
The only peace in the world is loneliness.
Therefore you can't be touched, loved, or hurt by anyone or anything but your self concious.
Some are lucky, some are doomed, and some are put down and gloomed.
I happen to be doomed.
Being doomed is not as terrible as it seems in the beginning.
But when you reminis you see all the times your hearts been punched open, and torn out and ripped apart.
Why?
Because this is hatred.
This is injustice.
This is life.
Life does nothing but hurt you.
Again, and again, and again.
Until finally you can be hurt no longer cause you've grown "wise"?
I don't think so.
That's a sack of bull.
You never grow wise, you grow old.
You never learn, you repeat.
And you never stop.
Not until the black mist takes you over and you are forced to watch the living hell you've just endured forever.
Eternity.