Molded

I feel as though I've damned myself.
But I think it's for the best,
To be damned.

At least I don't believe in a religion, because I would surely be sending myself to Hell, or whatever alternatives there are believed to be.

But I know I cannot salvage myself.

I have forever refused to give up my pride, and my pride is to forever stay in desolation. Any sense of recovery ceases to exist in my life, purely due to my own obstinance. I am living to destroy myself, and to remain on consciousness by a thread,

Because I believe I am true to myself that way.

I am free from a certain arrogance. I am hopeless and I am glad to be.

That is how I became.

Disgusting, bitter, wasteful. But I cannot be these things without my self.

Useless, nothing, nobody. I will satisfy my truth;

Without it I would not have my empathy.