a joke

Let's say for every joke i tell, i cause others to cry. 

Lets say every tear i shed causes laughter in others.

Imagine that my death is the cause of the people in this world living. Not existing, but living.

my existance is simply a hindrance to the world. 

Crying to an empty sky and hurting from "things that he said".

For now realizes that i am out of love and acceptance from the world.

They have left me abondoned and it all my fault.

It is the realization of youthful immaturity, that, in itself, only hurts the self. End to End, the joke is myself.

I started a joke