Please, Bring Me The Angels...

I could really do with them

Right now is the time when I'd be thankful if the world turned dark and tumbled into chaos

It would mean the Angels would thunder down from above

Come crashing into the mud and ash

It would mean that i could fight

I just need something...everyday i exist without achieving what i need to achieve is a failure

I need to push myself harder

-The most effective soldier is one who isn't afraid to die-

I just need, happiness

I need peace in my heart

I feel like nothing

And the truth is that i am nothing, until i am someone

One of those great men

Like the men who went to the moon

The father of the computer

All those men who have fought in wars

The millionaires

The Billionaires

Those are people, they are human

They have achieved the only thing that is worth anything in life

Success and freedom

I want to be like them

I want to be someone that others can be proud of

I want to stay in history

But my high expectations are stressing me out

I should be used to stress from my childhood

along with sorrow

so why does it still come back?

I could punch the walls again and again until rivers of blood flowed from my hands

Because i am angry, simple as that

yet i dont? why...

i dont know...

My heart and mind yells and shouts at the top of its lungs

Its...so so loud, my mind hurts and my heart fails to beat

I cant take this foolish existence

This pointless existence

It serves no purpose

therefore i have no purpose and i am lost

Put a gun in my hand and tell me to take that country i will gladly do so

Because it gives me purpose

Charge me with the duty of freeing the world of starvation and i will do so

Because it gives me purpose

I just need, to burn

To burn everything

Crush the buildings and plunder the homes

Because if this is all an existence has to offer then I would rather die

And take as much of this shit planet with me