HOMEPAGE: ting all alone. Silently watching everything everybody does. Silently learning that my life is based on lies.

There's darkness all around me, in everything I am. The pains of the world come down on me.

The darkness will eventually consume me. Eventually consume the light the 'those outside reality' can see.

Because I am not real, and can never hope to be.

I'm nothing but a waste.

And they all know it.

This is what I am forced to call my life.