/soy/ - Soyjaks

They don't know about my pain. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. They won't help anyway. There is no help. The pain won't stop. It's their pain. I don't understand how they endure. I like to complain. I like to amplify the pain until my head blows open. I can't exist without it.
If I let it out I am going to be taken away to a place much darker than the one I am in right now. My screams will only be heard from the other side, distorted and false. No, no one will hear my screams.
The pain is worthless for I am also worthless. I am not even the lowest of them. It's unjust and there is nothing to be done. We are all insects. We must acknowledge it and eat ourselves, all while nobody watches. That is the correct thing to do. Keep gnawing at our own flesh in the darkness while the world outside laughs. Defile ourselves. Make ourselves hated. Make ourselves as worthless as possible, and make the pain unbearable. Never ask for help. Never show your pain to anybody. Don't go to the doctor. Regret your entire life. Be executed for the crime you never committed. Make others hate you for what you aren't.