These walls I've built around me are the only things preserving my sanity,
I've burnt every bridge I've ever constructed,
So what the fuck is the point of my existence,
I'm done playing your fucking games,
I'm sick and tired of what life has given me,
You've made me everything you told me not to be.
This self inflicted pain has left an abyss within me,
Making peace with myself will never be an option,
Not living, just existing,
I will die a man who has ceased to live.
I am the definition of a wasted exsistence,
Composed to decompose and nothing more,
Not living, just existing.
Collecting dust since the day I was born.
I can't live if I feel like I'm dead,
I can't live with these demons in my head.
For my whole life I've lived a lie,
Your deception shoved down my throat.
Loosing faith in myself opened my fucking eyes,
That death is nothing to fear.
A plead for death carved into the flesh of my wrists,
No fucking point in my exsistence.