I exist, alone.

       
       
       
    I see clear, this "matrix" for what it is; only in the physical sense am I bound by it; I die every time I close my eyes, waking back up into this life that isn't claimed by me-it is not mine;      
       
   I see another human being-i lean moreso towards so inclined to utter words outside the lines-instead I know to shut myself inside a box of many designed;      
       
  I do not hate myself-I hate my built in archetype-I hate this portal's hold on lives-especially when one seeks to get away from programmed lies; and mental torment over time;      
       
   I often think of suicide.... because this world is compromised; I feel I'm living just to die- I hate that I've been taught these lies-made to swallow me alive....      
       
    this small dark room, where I reside-it is the closest thing to peace that brings some comfort to my mind....      
   
 the rest is grief....