My Mouth Speaks Ponders...

"What am i doing here man..? can't stand it..is drumming really my forte? i have to face these kinda reviews everyday, everynight...its haunting me...here i am..standing alone..facing all these shit once again..what the f*ck is going on in my life?..what the f*ck am i thinkin?...everythin's back to square one now...argg..frustration..anger..all on myself..yes yes indeed..i'm the master of all faults...but why?..am i the source of calamity?...abyssal intelligence...i have a mind which i prefer not to have..i have a heart..which i prefer to be dead..i have a body..which i prefer..not to be here...blood? tears? oh please...all these aren't called torment..look around you..newborns gettin killed..isn't that worst?..but isn't it even more tragical if that newborn were to survive?..i'm a survived abortion..with the masks i wear..i don't need a face anymore...Verbal Despairity..