Point Blank Shotgun

I’ll never end up being completely human.
I don’t think my heart can take it.
You know, I’m watching all these people
and I wonder how they do it.
They don’t do anything wrong.
My own parents
didn’t want me and
even as an adult
that’s the feeling I’m trying to face.
That’s no excuse.
What a crappy life I’m leading
with all those constantly cold fingers
and sad stories
…I don’t really feel for them.
The hunger I dare not to share
and people,
whose hearts I crush between my teeth.
No wonder
I guess there’s a self-imposed ending for me.
and while I remember.
All those ugly times
and who my heroes were.
I can’t do this.
even giving up is hella hard.