ShadowKnil's Soul: Alone and Despised

Anger. Pain. Sorrow. Hatred. This is what I want to feel.
Alone in this desolate place. Hungry for love.
Bitterness is what I get. I sometimes want to keel.
But, my life is as it is. I always wish to be a dove.
Calling out for my freedom. Yearning to roam.
Control is my sustenance; it keeps me alive and well.
Despised from society, always being alone.
Disgusted with my life the way it is. I have to sell.
Entering a dark abyss. My life is no more.
Existing without a purpose, I am alone and despised. Hated.
Forever more it continues on. Leaving me with a war.
Falling endlessly into destruction. Just as if it waited.
Going around in circles. I have no direction to go.
Gradually slipping some more into oblivion. I wither away.
Hatred ruins through my veins, it is my blood as so.
Helping with the desperation is the way I am everyday.
Igniting the fuse that would ultimately destroy me.
If only I could stand up for myself it would be great.
Justifying my own thoughts. I wish that they would see.
Jeering has its effects. That's what they state.
Keeping my thoughts to myself. People wouldn't care.
Kindness, what is this word? I have never heard of it.
Love, it can't be what I think it is! I know I can't bear.
Losing my humanity, I began to transform. Its only fit.
My life was lost long ago; my body is just an old shell.
Many ways to express it, but it still lingers.
None of them could understand why, they think I'm not well.
Never thinking of what they do. They feel like stingers.
Only I know what my actions can do to me.
Other people concoct different stories.
Possibility is their cloak, so they can't pay a fee.
Passivity is my guide. Pain and suffrage are my glories.
Quickly, I want my life to end. Just as it had begun.
Quietly, I live in despair and pain. Cold as stone.
Reality for this lifeless child was never real. It was a ban.
Righteousness, that is a lie. To live to be alone.
Stolen is this child's life, all because of hate.
Such as reality to do this action of theft.
The toll was to end the life, all because of fate.
Today is lost as if it wasn't there. All were heft.
Undermineded are these thoughts that fear is but one of.
Unite not is this child's heart, his life numb.
Violation of his spirits as they died with love.
Violence is what replaces all because he was dumb.
Wanting life and power, people destroyed his mind.
Whirling is this child's numb life, alone and despised.
X-Ray vision, burning his soul, making it hard to find.
Xylophones play his requiem, but all are lies.
Yearning for the life he never had. Never gotten.
Youth can hurt you when you lay utter less.
Zero is the number of dreams never gone rotten.
Zen is what he couldn't even fuss.