"My Seemingly Miserable World of Despair"

"The Digestive Teeth Of Destruction"

This why I despise my insipid life.
Hell is my reality and mayhem is my pain.
I breath in hostility and exhale frustration.
Obstacles of struggles, fury without remorse.
I want to wipe away this pain, so tired of these hot senseless tears.
 My cries are in vain this torture is constant.
How can I bare when I feel I can't go no further.
Wrapped with the feeling of punishment, my life is my nightmare
And my enemies are my bitter medicine.
Looks of disgust and monstrous hate fills their eyes.
I am seen just to be despise.
I am wanted for my offerings and not myself.
This world is a loveless and heartless place.
I am drowning in the emptiness and despair.
No wonder for the unfortunate, for is it not my fault pitch forks and knives are embedded in my mind.
A cursedth  child then and now an abomination.
I live with the regrets of my mistakes.
I carry them on my back until my shoulders bruised.
In the night I am unable to sleep, because I share a bed with the horrors and misery that also haunts my nightmares.
To dream is to escape merely  for awhile, then life cruel faith traps me within the festering and aching darkness that devours my body and bones.
Yet I am to enjoy the journey all the way down.
My apologies are useless like my seemingly strange existence.
It isn't seen or heard.
I am not recognized or realized, only criticized for being me.