Living. Easy?

I wouldn't be lying if I admited I was petrifed of living. People are ignorant enough to say "I am afraid to dye" when truthfully dying would be peaceful. On the contrary we are put here regardless of apperance or class to endure the aches and bruises life thrusts upon us. We are here to create havoc and even worse, happiness. What is pure happiness though? I would enjoy finding out because honestly, I have no clue what it is. Life isn't a happy thing, this world is a dark omonus place full of demons ready to snatch your soul and create a monster. It takes someone with dignity to withdraw from the approach of certain nacseties. I am not one of those lucky humans who can say no. I take pleasure in being sucked into mindless games of hide and loose your mind. But I already have lost my mind in the sense of trust. I regret tying the bond of trust around myself and another soul. It was ghastly to so gently unravel my deepest thoughts a strangers mind. They probably laughed. But they arn't important. I am lost at this point of time. It's as if there are fingers guided around the tight skin of my neck, ravishing on what is left of my air. And people ask, "why are you afraid of living?". Easy because humans are just another living organism who will at sometime die. It just takes a soul, spirit and a heart to endure what life screws you over with.