It’s all K.: perception of a self-loathing fool

<p>&nbsp;<br/>In these pages bare the quiet torment of my sixteen years. Each verse is a peice of a soul caught between the brutal truths of life love and hate. I write to understand the world&rsquo;s indifference and the weight of my own existence. There is no easy comfort here only the rawness of feeling-of searching for meaning in a world that offers no such thing of loving fiercely and hating deeply. In these words I am both lost and found trapped in the chaos of a mind that refuses to ignore. Perhaps in my struggle you&rsquo;ll see your own.</p>