It's late and my eyes are heavy. I want to go to sleep, forget about the sadness and the ones with weak wills. Forget about the poor old man who was begging for bottles, or that pretty dead girl. I want to go to sleep and forget, forget that yesterday was full of regret, that lies are eating away at my breast, that the reason for killing is to be the best.

My eyes are heavy with sin, I've seen too much decadence, too many tears have flowed on my cheek, they are almost numb, I can't help feeling weak, dumb.

The baby abandoned on the side of the street, the prisoners that are beaten, nothing to eat. My mouth is dry, I am angry, discomfort. Revolution, repulsion, all the corruption. Young girls, selling their bodies, young boys, losing their lives. Powders and frenzies in the street, simply looking for something, a feeling life cannot beat.

I must be dreaming, this cannot be happening, priest, losing their way, this world is too foggy, we will think of God another day.

Repulsion, that sour taste that lays in the back of your throat, disappointment, stabbing at the back of your neck. Despair, tears, what is this world coming to, please do not swear, look around its everywhere. I want to sleep I want to forget, for a while I don't want to regret. I want to sleep, and hopefully tomorrow this world won't hold as many sorrows.

My vision is getting blurry, my hands, sweaty. I am really mad at my mother right now, she said I would learn, she said it would be interesting. I am sorry mom I cannot take this anymore. This newspaper is really full of horrors.

Print this page.