People have to start accepting they failed to prevent others from failing.

That wasn't your dream.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?list=RDejW42NwzVLA&v=x2Ru_1h-2Qw

It's not too late.

I don't care how late you are.

I am late.

You are more than late.

You are... destined if you allow yourself to be.

I don't want people to lie to me anymore.

I don't want to go in circle trying to explain something I can just come out and say just because I'm afraid of being perceived.

I want to live too.

Maybe that's the human spirit.

I also want to die.

Maybe that is the spirit of god.

There are things that will eat your heart if you figure out how much of your own-self you've been eating.

Don't... theres...

Basically... If rotten shit like me can keep going–

I like to believe you can too.

Everyone... no one... useful, useless...

Things you feel and believe...–

Understand and want others to understand...–

It's waiting for you to admit it...

You're a failure.

And so am i.

I'll never tell her I loved her.

I'll never say the things I wanted to.

If I do then I do at the cost of myself so you may live a better life.

This isn't about me anymore.

This is about you.

This is about you.

This is about you.

You've heard it before...

Be it.

You're a loser.

and so am i.

There is no human nor god that has lived to save everyone the way they sought for earth to be what we consider peace.

Maybe you can help?

I like to believe I'm doing my part.

As much as I want to say

I don't see what you see.

I see.

I hate i am and i do not.

I've failed so much that I'll never be a winner in my own little world.

If someone sees me, I want to yell not to see me as such–

I want to run away.

I want to be alive or free or feel like my hands or head aren't controlling me fully.

If you can sit down with someone and discuss this... failure...

An impossible topic.

We can learn for.

If I have children for instance. I will sit them down no matter success or not.

There is but one man that seet and that, that–that man had inside of him wether a prophet or a god or a human that cared a lot or a random human out there fighting for their own beliefs... there it is... from where the origin is or at least a fragment of what we can call home.

I would like to see it someday.