Where is redemption

My mind is clouded with guilt
I call myself a sinner, for I fail to expand just and live in a world of sin.

I have always noticed of what do I care most.
But I am no priest, for I do not commit just in the name of god, but in the honor and moral of mankind.

I am now hated, disfavored by some. For I transferred a message they failed to heed, and perceived something else instead.
Do I deserve it? I wonder

If only I could be a little more simpler

Fear not

Has to be brave to face the whole world

Harsh world

An injured heart from a broken love
A tortured heart from an unrequited feeling

shouldn't this feeling that is glorfied to be the wonder of humans supposed to be of something beautiful? Which brings harmony instead of agony?

I hate bitter food

空虚

Strikes of nihil to my heart

That makes me purer, as a being.
With no dream, no goal, only strive hard to survive.
Reasons of living, none.
The world has no need of me, so do the people.
I am reluctant to share my good will, for that is the only valuable I have.
I am not yet so corrupted to sell myself out for what the materialistic world favors.
I will die before that happens.

Humans

More than 101 reasons to dislike them

and a little less than that number of reasons to dislike myself

Pest...

how annoying...

Discipline

I seek no redemption in punishing myself.
Damage is done, harm is caused.
I punish myself to mark this failure in my head.
Only have to trust somebody to be betrayed.
... I will never again.

Forgive me, innocent ones, for my personal failure had drawn agony upon you.