Yeah, sure, go ahead. Laugh all you want. But if it happened to you, then you wouldn't be laughing. You'd be waiting for your friends to find some way to cheer you up. So go ahead and say that shit, don't understand me, it's fine. I can just go crawl in a corner and disappear, never to be seen on this world again. I can.

Can you not be here but still exist? Or are people blind to your presence as if it were an annoying fly on a hot summer day that they try to ignore? Was I once a god among little people and they could hear my booming voice above all else? It does not seem that way anymore. There are more gods that have risen and spread throughout this world. I no longer am the one god anymore, but a mere person along with the rest. Mingling and keeping a head up that grows weary and heavy with evry step I take. How longer must I suffer for there to be light? To shine above me and take me to a better world that is not this hell of sufferers? How long I ask? How long?

Liars. They talk and talk. They make those deals, those promises. Then no more. They blow it off like it was simply a bug disturbing them. Let them all fucking burn. They have no appreciation. They have no rightness about them. Would they even miss me if I were gone? Would they even cry? Shed a tear? Anything? Feel something? Or do they all pretend when I'm around? It's because I'm here they act nice and freindly. But their true nature can only be revealed once you aren't there and you tickle them with the tip of your knife above fire burning so hot.