I walk through fire, I walk through waves, darkness is overwhelming with hate and pain.
The closer we are to the soul, the further we are from perfection. Why settle for honesty when you can breathe a perfect lie?
Early morning moments, A glimpse of joy, But it’s soon over and I return to dust…
You can’t kill me.. I’m already dead
There are no tears, No feeling of guilt, Nowhere to channel the anger, Nowhere to leave the pain.
My strength is hatred, torment, and pain!
Pain and suffering… to the very end.
When will this miserable life end?
Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.
I’m such a mistake, and I’m longing to not exist…