Requiem

Hoof kick this spit. I have no strength to carry on . My life is a endless nightmare in my mind. No one believe in me. Too many helping hands and no one just believing in me and all what I do. Only compassions and consolations. I dont need it! I... just want... to be myself... And to feel what I can. What is my destination... But around only embrace of loneliness and walls, from which I hear my demons.