ME, today.

I’m a despicable person.
In so many ways.
Probably the fault of my own suffering, it’s me.
But I blame the rest, although I know I am THE guilty.
I’m a coward, who has the aura of brave and wanna make believe to people, that…
But I’m not brave.
I´m so cowardly as to wanna leave everything, leave the life, all the time.
I am selfish enough to hate the joy of others.
So despicable, that I want the people I love, suffer as me. As sad as me.
I dunno if I look forward for happiness, ‘cause everytime I think I have it, is destroyed as easily …
That is why I want people to not reach happiness.
Because if I can not, they can not.
I’m selfish, I know.
But is not it also a little selfish world with me?