So scornful of life. Of our creation at all. Why? Why put so much torment and torture in us? The need to love and be loved is our greatest folly. So much pain, and for nothing. Oh sure, 'this will make you a better and stronger person'. Like anyone really cares. Nobody can hear your wretched bleeding soul screaming for something out of reach. If they can, who will listen? Why are we here? Why instill so many emotions and complications in the making of us? Am I always to question and resent humanity? A race that should not have been brought about at all. If truly there is, or ever was a God, why would he tear apart his children like this? Anguish our ravaged hearts, and make them yearn for the impossible! Why are we here to feed off the depression and anger of others? Is there a point to our measly lives? Is there truly a goal for us at some time in our disparaged existence? If there is a God, why did he make us so weak, yet so disastrously strong? Why would he create such a horrible amusement? All that ever was, is all that will ever be. Sure technology extends, but for what? There is no meaning in life. We are born, and then many years later, we die. To accomplish what? What kind of sick joke is this?! Why?!

::She piteously crumples to the floor with an anguished cry. A soft whispered 'why' escapes her parched lips, as her sulking vice sinks into waiting hands. An outraged heart open and bleeding for all to see. Her bright hazel eyes glowing intensely, as the pale lids hide them in slumber, hoping to save them the bitter agony of yet another day in the blistering loneliness that is reality::

And some call me a hopeless romantic. . .