Life

I am born. I live. I die. The intermediate period between being born and I die is composed of numerous little breaking apart and breathing in. I partake of the little pleasures that has been bestowed on me. I lament the day I came to this word. I feel immortal as I fall in love. I crawl into a corner when my heart shatters.
I laugh in merriment with my near and dears. I can't bear the sight of them. I feel I belong as I sit with my friends. I am alone. I am happy. I am hurt. I feel blessed. I am one cursed creature. Delicious food remind me the my reason of living. I don't spare a glance at choicest ambrosia.
I laugh so hard my stomach aches. I feel so much pain in my heart that I can't move. I dance so hard like there is mo tomorrow. I forget how to smile. I make people laugh. I hurt them. I want to live. I cut myself .
I look at the stars. I am afraid of the dark. I dance in the rain. Rain reminds me of every gloom and doom. I pick up a penny from the road.  I care not for money.
I love people. . They hate me.
People love me. I hurt them.
I like music. I can't stand the sound of it.
I am lost.
I am born. I am living.