Sometimes I have to be left of the equation. Most times I, as a character, just don't fit in the sentence, in the word, in the world. Maybe it is the world that I should be left out of. Maybe I'm excess, maybe I'm unneeded, maybe I'm the turning point, I'm not sure. I've seen things, most people refuse to see. The bars that are cast in front of the sunlight, the dog that would gnaw on my flesh, the concrete that would hug me. Besides anyone who wants to hug my body, concrete is the only thing that would hug me as I am, that would accept me, not deny. I am excess, and, like the concrete of a never finished building, I am just here, for no purpose, because I'm just a part of something that isn't, and, most likely, will never be finished.

I am cold and there is wind, I am cold and there are barks that threaten to eat me alive, I am cold and there is an endless desire to be fullfilled, although I know I never will be.

I propably should fucking kill myself.

I'm sorry, guys. I really am.
I just have to be left out of the equation.

For both me and others.