But I looked at this for a moment.. and this came to mind:
"Sometimes I wonder if Ive had enough.. if everything around me is going against me.. whilst Im going against it, as well. ... The world didnt used to be this way.. but at the same time.. Ive seen it become.. dark.. and....... red..... All of my years on Earth... what were they..? It used to be so.. white. Colours change over time.. dont they..? Just like this wall.... my wall of victims. Punishment is never enough. Their screaming and silence are musics to my antennae... They all call me.. crazy... What is... crazy..? My reality is just different than theirs.. it's pure. It's true... theyre all in my way.. but then they fall silent, their blood and coldth on my clothing.. reddened with their pathetic souls."