My Life Sucks More Than My Opponent's

I close my eyesOnly for a moment and the moment's goneAll my dreamsPass before my eyes with curiosityDust in the windAll they are is dust in the windSame old songJust a drop of water in an endless seaAll we doCrumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see(Aa aa aa)Dust in the windAll we are is dust in the windOh, ho, hooooohYOUR MY BOY BLUE!! Your my boy...I'm sorry, I just had to get that out.... Blue was my only friend in this world, and yesterday he died. He was wrestling some hookers in a kitty pool full of Vaseline when he had a heart attack and a stroke at the same time. His body over loaded. He had a seizure so insane that he smashed his face into the sharp edge of his table. His teeth were ground down to a fine powder. The front of his face exploded out the back of his scull. He died instantly, the next day. Anyhow...1. Your GingernessYou are 50% more ginger than me, however that does not mean your life sucks more than mine. Since you are 100% ginger, you cannot feel happiness at all, you don't even know what it's like. However my situation is far worse. The ginger blood took over my system when I was 7. I wish I was full ginger, anything would be better than this. You see, because I am only half ginger, I have the capability to understand happiness, and crave it. Before the ginger blood took over, I could feel happiness. Unlike you I know what it's like. However no matter how hard I try, the infinite hole of sadness, fear, loathing, (or anything else horrible that you can think of)doesn't allow me to feel the happiness. My mother was the only person who ever really lover me(other than Blue), by the way my father cheated on her, so she hung herself.Anyhow..She once got me a guitar. I had asked for it for my birthday. She expected to see me happy, and grateful. I tried soooo hard, just to feel happiness. I tried, for myself, but mostly for my mom. I knew it would make her happy. That's all I ever really wanted, was just to make her happy. But I couldn't. I can't. Ever. And she knew. She saw it in my eyes. That was the day before she died. Sometimes I think she might have died from me. Or because of me. I killed her. She saw the monster inside of me, and couldn't live knowing she created it. Massive, do you know what that's like? To have to live like this. It's not even living really. I'm already dead...2. Prince? Ya rightLast night my father found out he was not my biological father. He disowned me. I am now no longer a "prince". I now live in a gazebo next to the butcher facility. Every night, I am lillibied to sleep by the sickening 'thunk' of a pigs scull being crushed. Or maybe I'll get lucky, and I can get misted with some feathers of chickens being grinded to pulp.All I have now, are the clothes I'm wearing, and my laptop. I have no food. I'm forced to eat what is left on the dead carcasses in the facility next to me. However I can't live like this anymore. Not anymore. It's time to move on. Nothing matters anymore. Not Mick Jagger, or bathrooms, or the rolling stones. The climate doesn't even matter. Not for much longer anyway. I've lost everything. I never had much, but now I have nothing. Nothing but fear, and pain. Now I can leave it all behind....no fear or agony. Just peace..I'll see you in another life brother....