Tittie baby

** profanity **

I know how to fix the worlds problems but I'm a no body facing the problem of telling everybody.
I can't bare this weight of the world's pain on my shoulders anymore.
I've already went under.

The darkness of hate is filling the land and soon I'll be gone.

The cursed life of an evil narcissists shows it's face from time to time making sure they've made it clear their evil ways of how I'm a no body.
I know I'm a somebody because I at least care about people and even you Mr. evil narcissist, whom is cleared of any pain I wish I could give to you.
I know I'm a somebody when I carry the weight of the world's pain on my shoulders having the need to save everybody.

The end is coming, well it's already here and all I think about is damn this is so fucked up.
Choosing to incarnate on this planet filled with evil and hateful beings.
Knowing how to save mankind.

I type these words cursed to spell you with e m p a t h y.

Empathy.

It's the only savior for mankind.

Empathy.

Where you have to feel everyone's feelings all the time.

Everyday I hate my job of being cursed with empathy.

World leaders murder the enlightened ones who pull the veil off your eyes.

My job here was a mission failed.

I never had enough time.

Yet I'm still trying with every soul who reads these once in a lifetime lines.

The question still remains.

Did I do my purpose I was sent here to do?
I guess I won't know while I'm still alive.

All I can do is hope I wake up mankind before they cause their own demise.

Because fuck I hate being a tittie baby crying over mankind.

Sitting here typing what I think is poetry trying to save mankind before they all die.