Stranger’s Manifesto

Entry 25

Pain.

It hurts.

I hurt.

From the center of my soul.

I’m a piece of shit.

A disgusting piece of shit.

There’s a blackness leaking through my veins,

Infecting every part of me,

Pumping through my body

Like my heart is some kind of evil machine.

And it hurts.

I can’t make it go away. The pain.

Nothing helps.

I can’t survive like this much longer.

I’ll do anything to make it go away.