Is anybody out there?

Is anybody out there?

I hate the world today, but does anyone care? Truly it is those among those whom be damned, before the ravages of suicide cometh from the darkest depth of suffering and misery to lay refuge to those whom have forgone the way of light, to attempt the unforgivable. Need not declare nor empathize, but to seek a solemn solution be it madness before it be reality. Though strike not with avengence does the thoughts and provocations dwell within the refuge of the anti-saints, neither forgiving nor forgoing, but creed to all their mighty call comes not from the mind, but from the heart. Be it forewarned not to meddle in the affairs of unknown, but cometh from the obligation of kinship does the sacrifice of caring truly shine. Tough one should not be affected by such obligations, for the reaper appears not, neither present nor foretold, to walker in the darkness. Be it not for the mask of identity worn by the outcast, such sufferings of the mind might be confirmed, but not at present. For I still hate the world today, and there's no real tomorrow.