shikamaru205

Loneliness, hate, and despair are the only things I feel in this thing they call a heart It beats, pumps blood throughout my body, gives me life Yet, I feel lifeless What is this thing they call life How do you live Do you do these daring, reckless things to prove that you're not afraid People talk as if life is the most amazing thing But, what can you do with life You can't spend it or anything of the sort Just how useful is life Loneliness, hate, and despair are the only things I feel in this thing they call a heart How can a heart even exist In a cold, empty, emotionless shell that have never heard of sympathy, empathy, c