What is hate, to be exact?
Rage, anger, envy, jealousy, the black fuzz-ball that eventually encompasses the very notion of emotions and blackens the heart to the full extent of complete coldness. It is the feeling in which a person loses the compassion and envy that protects their conscious from mental harm, while also losing the placement of individuality amongst other friends and/or comrades.
Ironic, actually.
When one realizes the fact that there is no such thing as compassion amongst others - the truth behind friendship, just the lack of fundamental support, the mutual trust between one to another...
Ah...yes. It certainly doesn't strike the thought as alarming when a sudden agonizing pain reverbrates from the chest, and about the lungs that can only mean one thing;
Loneliness.
Lonely of being by oneself. No one that truly can understand the mindset and feelings other than oneself.
A fragile existance that harbors nothing great about it - just more uncomfortable emotions relating to the substance called depression.
It is hard to endure it, most of it without something warm to confide to. Something that is there to help ease the burden, perhaps even the pain that racks the body from the mere thought or thinking of it.
Such pain...
But no. Such thinking only weakens the mind's independence. The mind's need and craving for something that can ease that painful burning. That horrible feeling as if one is left in absolute silence and void - where there is nothing more comforting than the icy cold darkness that welcomes the very embrace of comfort and ease.
And that, is where hate begins to arise. Hate for those around it. Hate that channels the anger into a surge of coldness which protects the heart from feeling the pain - in order to lock the mind away from the burning thought of such swelling.....agony.
There is nothing more cruel than to lose the faith among those who you believe to be...
Friends. No, that's not the right word...
...
The sudden isolation, mayhaps.
But hate is where things arises from.
To fully know more about oneself than any others.
And that is, where one finally knows that there is nothing else than the feeling of loneliness that shall accompany them for all time.
Because there is nothing else to feel, but the hate raging inside.
Rage, anger, envy, jealousy, the black fuzz-ball that eventually encompasses the very notion of emotions and blackens the heart to the full extent of complete coldness. It is the feeling in which a person loses the compassion and envy that protects their conscious from mental harm, while also losing the placement of individuality amongst other friends and/or comrades.
Ironic, actually.
When one realizes the fact that there is no such thing as compassion amongst others - the truth behind friendship, just the lack of fundamental support, the mutual trust between one to another...
Ah...yes. It certainly doesn't strike the thought as alarming when a sudden agonizing pain reverbrates from the chest, and about the lungs that can only mean one thing;
Loneliness.
Lonely of being by oneself. No one that truly can understand the mindset and feelings other than oneself.
A fragile existance that harbors nothing great about it - just more uncomfortable emotions relating to the substance called depression.
It is hard to endure it, most of it without something warm to confide to. Something that is there to help ease the burden, perhaps even the pain that racks the body from the mere thought or thinking of it.
Such pain...
But no. Such thinking only weakens the mind's independence. The mind's need and craving for something that can ease that painful burning. That horrible feeling as if one is left in absolute silence and void - where there is nothing more comforting than the icy cold darkness that welcomes the very embrace of comfort and ease.
And that, is where hate begins to arise. Hate for those around it. Hate that channels the anger into a surge of coldness which protects the heart from feeling the pain - in order to lock the mind away from the burning thought of such swelling.....agony.
There is nothing more cruel than to lose the faith among those who you believe to be...
Friends. No, that's not the right word...
...
The sudden isolation, mayhaps.
But hate is where things arises from.
To fully know more about oneself than any others.
And that is, where one finally knows that there is nothing else than the feeling of loneliness that shall accompany them for all time.
Because there is nothing else to feel, but the hate raging inside.
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