Its times like this I mutter 'i hate you' under my breath, my lips curl into a scream, i put so much into you and you took so much out of me, and yet inside that selfish heart you want more, and will never care. Is everything in this world about you? This is why the cold rock means nothing to any of us. We are forced to hear from you and millions like you. You are not important. You are not the shining star that all planets yearn to be. You are nothing. Selfish. You are my hatred. You are dead to the eyes that choose to ignore you.