Life

There are many people whose lives are less than satisfactory, where even home is less of a sanctuary. There is someone I know whom is like that. Even if you ask me, why is life so screwed up?! I cannot answer fully. I can only give theories and guesses. My life, some would say isn't too bad. But I would like to differ. The state of someone's life isn't how others perceive it but how the person in question perceives it. I think my life is terrible. My life is full of inconsistencies, contradictions. It is riddled with lies and confusion. My life is nothing but empty. Even when I say this, I can't help but think. That the reason why my life is screwed is because I made it that way. There is someone I know, whose life is not very pleasant, not because of her own choices, but because it was god given. Is fate really that cruel? I'm afraid I can answer that. Yes. Fate is cruel. But because it is fate, it is but fate. We can't do anything about it. I made a mistake. A very cruel and sad mistake. I want to atone for it but I can't. Not with my current self I can't. I can't atone for the sin I had committed. So I will not ask for forgiveness. For that is beyond me. I don't want your pity. I don't need it.

One is tortured by others, another tortured by himself.
Are they really that different?
Or are they really similar to one another?

The circumstances are different.
Yet the feelings are the same.
Each wants to help the other.
But any efforts would be and have been in vain.

This is the life of two people. Me and a soulful another.