You were right, I was wrong. Existence to me seems like a neverending nightmare, and your presence in it effortlessly destroys everything all I ever cared and hope for, all my pillars for moral support. I no longer have the breath to beg you to allow me to live, my only wish is for you to lay waste and burn every aspirations I have and I thought I had to the ground and to not even bother noticing me crushed away and squirm by that road, that I will continue to trail off into space like I've always had as I try to find pieces of a person to be made out of these painful mediocre memories and fall to the floor and shatter into a million of glass pieces and be swept away by the endless tears of my familiar impotence and let my being seep into the cold core of the earth and be laid forgotten and yet I have these profound gifts to acknowledge pain and I wince and try to find within myself the meaning of all this pain because isn't it strange how you're still feeling everything even though you've resigned yourself and decided to not care anymore like this existence is like a broken clock that keeps turning inside an abandoned house with nobody else around to see or care about time because every other people moved on to more interesting houses which I thought I was one of those interesting houses if I'd just concentrate and applied myself beautifully and the magic shall appear into my life yet now more than any magic in the world right now all I want is to die and even if there was an error in this life I don't care enough anymore to protest it being there

Weakness