Psychic spies steal my mind,
leave me empty within,
to see the joy around,
to ignore the pain that abounds.

I hate my home. I hate this life. I hate being 20 this year. I hate being born to my parents. Hatred used to be so good, when I could use it as a spur to better myself. Hatred now leaves me empty. You know what I regret most? Collasping at my peak. Collasping, ala twin towers. Collasping. Might as well have a nice cyanide pill now?