All this time I’ve been standing alone.
I just wish I could find someone to call home.
But this life is breaking me, and I’m getting such brittle bones.

Can’t find comfort in my sleep,
None of these people deserve any peace.
Stop invading my miserable life,
Your wrongdoings want me to hold your necks to the knife.
I don’t know why I’m always the target.
You “switch your game up” and deny what you did.
Stop hiding behind your versions of me.
This is petty ******* that no one needs.
Who you see me as isn’t who I am.
You ****** me up but your lies and corruption were belligerently planned.
So what is the point to any of this?
Leave me the **** alone cause I’ve lived my whole life in remiss.

What is it like when every morning feels like a breath of fresh air?
When you’re not consumed in a fight that was always unfair?
What do you do when everyone is decieving?
I just wish I could find something, anything worth keeping.
How does it feel when you’re basking in bliss?
I don’t know if I’ll ever get a chance to feel effervescent in a kiss.
Maybe time isn’t on my side.
But I need to muster up the courage not to only hide.
I need to get away and try to live a better life.
Instead of being consumed in this petty fight of my life.

While you get your slaves to wait on your hand and foot, why don't you think about everything you so blatantly took.
I guess that you've admitted that you only care about yourself and no one else.
So why the **** did you have to confine me to this decaying shell?
While you glorify yourself and play the pity card  ill wonder why you always belittle others and make their lives a lot more than hard.
So I guess this is how life seems to be, **** yourself you should be the one in petty misery.

I guess the tides are changing cause I can no longer shed tears.
And I’m also finding new fears in the fact that my death is almost here.
So where am I headed down this rocky *****?
Things are rearranging and I’m losing hope.
Maybe I’ll never find someone to hold close.
I guess I should have long ago succumbed to the rope.

I’ve been keeping the bottle close, but the days are getting harder.
I wanted things to work but it seems we’re getting farther.
You never fail to put a smile on my face.
If only things were happening at a different pace.
All that’s left is the image of what was.
Just know for you I felt mostly love.
I’m slipping back into my self destructive ways.
If only I could figure out a way to make everything okay.
So as I try to crawl out of the bowels of hell,
I’ll hope I can be more and not just this empty shell.

Why is life becoming so vain?
The belligerence is driving me insane.
I'm sick and tired of you people and you games.
There are other ways but you people are to entitled in your ways.
You don't have control over other people's lives.
But you do it anyway and lead them to the knife.
I desperately need to end my life.
Because you people are so petty that nothing will ever be alright.

Lost. Left for dead. Waiting for everyone to give it a rest. I’m miserable at best. There’s nothing of value inside of me, just thorns throughout and polluting what used to be mine in my head.

Surrounded by ignorance almost around every bend.
There is no hope for any good, what could possibly mend?
Looks like i'll be bitter until i reach my end.
There was never any hope to live.
Just a merciless hellbent plan for everyone to "win".

You people are so belligerent nothing will ever be enough.
So this time just remember that you all caused this to erupt.
Don't remember me because you're all ignorant *****.
I wish I could take the pain but if I kept going I'd never stop calling your bluffs.
So here it is, my merciless casket.
And there's the life you people took, if you hated me that much you wouldn't have it.

Death is a fleeting friend.
And with that I don't want to handle it again.
So with this army of belligerent renegades,
It's clear that I'll never find a way to be saved.
It turns out I'm more or less a slave.
So why do I time and time again get tangled in their mess of a game?
I guess they can't be tamed, but at the same time why does all of this seem like an untimely fate?
It's a fact that these people will never learn their lesson.
So I guess I'll spend the rest of my days second guessing.

While you all eat your prey, I'll wonder why I'm the feed and that's probably why I'll never be okay.
But when it's all you do there is no sadism, only idiocy.
There's no point to this mess.
Just a petty conspiracy that ties me into this mess.
So why do you people need to have so much control?
It only leads people living with a lot more than sorrow.
If only this conspiracy would end tomorrow.
But all that anyone has is really only borrowed.
So I guess that's why there's no hope for tomorrow.

Stumbling through life feeling from others mostly hate.
I wish I could get out of this place, if only I could escape.
But I’m in their clutches and I don’t know if I can break free.
This is a ******* up hoax, and I need new scenery.
Why are so many people cruel with so many wrong intentions.
I wish I could get better and fix this mess but I’m stuck drifting in the wrong direction.
This hoax has me trapped in a hole.
I’m so numb, I don’t even feel sorrow.
So as I keep trying to deal with the mess of my life, I’ll continue to live out this dreadful mess.
Hoping one day to regain anything of value that was locked away inside my chest.

As you people keep up this delusional web of petty nonsense.
I'll wonder why everything is so tainted, and what's with these stupid tests.
If they were never involved then what sense does this bigotry solve?
I guess I may not have been wrong.
But that doesn't mean you have full power on everything that goes on.
So as you're all blinded by your ignorance, I'll just keep hoping you all drop dead.
Because all of this despicable fuckery leaves people with mostly dread.

If everything has withered away.
What's left in my head, why isn't there another way?
I can't keep going if there's nothing left.
So **** this conspiracy you might as well put a bullet in my head.

Corrupted minds.
Clouded judgement.
What happened to the true things and feelings?
It’s like smog, polluting everything it comes into contact with.
What happened to purity?
Everything is meaningless.
Counterproductive.
My tainted being is no better.
But my mind wants to find a way out.
But I can’t fathom it.
At the point of being crippled or tied down and locked in a cage.
What’s the point of this labrynth of a maze?
There’s no point to these mindless games, or all of life’s charades.
What are they covering up?
Does it matter?
I’m always the odd one out.
So why the **** am I still here?
It’s clear that no one wants me here.
So as I hope they suffer for the torture they put me through, I’ll hope the ones who never got involved live the lives they deserve.
Because everything they do feels like a curse.

Borrowed senses, altered time, what is left? Is it my demise?
It seems that nothing will work out in my lifetime.
So will I ever get to see the beauty in this world shine?
Everyone always acts like everything’s fine.
But I can’t even keep up with the shoreline.
So will I ever see this life refined?
I guess what happens next is left in time.

There no place to go.
There's no staircase.
Not down.
Not up.
Just in a ******* spiral.
It's out of ******* control.
And there's no value or sense this despicable universe holds.
Why the hell did I ever care?
I regret giving a **** because no one was ever ******* there.
So I'm the one always gasping for ******* air.
And dying consecutively because no one will ever care.
You people are undeserving ungrateful and ruthless in every sense.
You take with no regard or remorse and you give to make it seem just.
So **** the universe and almost every living being that's still here.
If anyone else comes back, they'll end up just like you vile ***** or end up gasping for fuckomg air.
So as I hope that I reach my final breath, I'll hope that I can first watch you peoples ruthlessly morbidly and brutally despicable deaths for every person you did this to and would never give it a God damm ******* rest.

Does the gloomy weather bring dread?
I think there’s still some thorns in my head.
Can I find a way to break the cycle?
My life seems planned out like a recital.
So when will I find a ray of light?
It’s getting harder to make it on my own at night.
Does the gloom consume my harmless thoughts?
My dreams are so vivid, they leave me distraught.
If I can’t even escape the chaos in my dreams, then what else could I possibly conceive?
I’ll just keep hoping to find something to bring hope, as I try not to choke on all of the games the masquerade wants to never stop to play.

It seems I’m running out of time.
Because I’m left thinking about my demise.
Why are things so out of hand?
I wish I didn’t feel like I was on my last stand.
But as the alliance grows, hope diminishes.
And my smile has more or less turned into a grimace.
Is there hope to live a better life?
I tried but all I’m ever left with is strife.
Why am I stuck with a string of bad luck?
I guess I’ll just keep hoping things start looking up.

I'm sorry I couldn't give you the best I could muster up.
I tried to give you what you needed but I didn't have enough love.
I want the best for you and I know that might be hard.
But this life is deceiving, and more than just hard.
I hope you will always learn to smile even when you feel life is too much.
But I wish I could do more because everyone will probably make it tough.
I wanted to give you the entire world.
But there's nothing left to give, and It's my death that's going to unfurl.
So I can keep hoping that you'll live your best life.
But with peoples ugly characters they might try to lead your wrists to the knife.
I know this isn't what you want to hear.
But this is what my life is and I'm sorry for bringing you my dear.
But there's always hope to get out and live.
I hope you make it, because it's the best I couldn't give.

The days of thinking I was good enough are gone.
Will there ever be a happy song?
Why did everything go this wrong?
I’ll never love or be loved, but it’s the truth.
If only I could try to change my luck by finding my shoes.
But everything is way too misconstrued.
And I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to continue.
So as I try to find a way to stay okay, I’ll hope that I can change my fate.
Maybe I’ll find another way to reach the stars.
Because I don’t know if I’ll ever get back all of my lost heart.

Spring is in the air.
And my heart is aching for love.
No more weeping sounds like the mourning dove.
My bones are growing weak, and I know I’m not enough.
Who could love a soul as damaged as the one I carry?
But everything is more or less arbitrary.
Most of the time I find myself feeling numb.
No longer to the knife I will succumb.
I have my eyes set on leaving this place.
Maybe then you’ll find me with a smile on my face.
So as I search for someone to help me pass the time.
I’ll try my best to brush the dust from my clothes as I do my best to shine.

Every time I have a dream it always gets shattered.
I guess having only nightmares is rubbing off on me.
No hope.
No soul.
Never having another to hold.
So what’s left of the plot?
I’ve spent too much time distraught.
Everything is so played out.
And I’m always left with doubt.
Is there hope to find a soulmate?
Everyone always locks the gate.
But with no soul I guess it’s hopeless.
So I guess I’m stuck living my life in remiss.
Unless I find someone and fall for their kiss.
But I’m so damaged and lost.
So I guess I’m stuck alone at all costs.

The serpents never stop their conniving sadism.
It’s suburban terrorism.
Why am I always in the middle of the crossfire?
Isn’t it clear that there’s more to life than childish petty desires?
I feel like I’m walking through a shooting range. But it’s all staged. Just like these games.
I’ve always been too weak to play.
Until you tainted my being to make me the same.
I don’t want to be like them.
It’s lies and torment. When will they descend?
But when you don’t care and you’re part of the mass, you won’t care what’s fair. You’ll just steal from the weak and make sure you **** them dry until that breath is their last.

Everything gets worse by the day while everyone continues to drive me insane.
On the weak you prey  is there not another way?
I hope you all get slain. Because you don't let anything cease to decay you all just watch life wither away.
Just because you were always already guilty, doesn't mean this is the way it has to be.
But its all lies and you people won't let anyone see.
So **** it all, life was never easy.
But if I had it my way you'd all just burn in hell and I'd never be grieving.

Life is vain, people deserve to get slain.
What's with all the childish games?
And contortions life to get your way.
Everything is petty, there's no point to this mess.
You people are too greedy and conniving.
This is no way to live life.
So as I hope they have you peoples heads, and rid you all from my being and life.
I'll try to not lose all of my brain cells, from every daft ******* thing you did to everyone you people felt like putting through strife.

When everything seems to be crashing down.
And your soul is just being dragged around.
Can what’s lost ever be found?
I know there’s no way in hell I could ever get used to the sound.
So what do I do to pick myself up off the ground?

My eyes are starting to fill up with hate.
With the fact that these bends are showing through my merciless fate.
I just wish I could find a way to escape.
Find some meaning and not be trapped in this place.

So until I’ve finally reached my end.
Through pills or blades or some unspeakable end.
I’ll try to find some good in the world.
Cause there’s no hope for something good to ever unfurl.
I’m just a damaged lost and broken girl.
Who always thought there was more beauty in the world.

What happened to innocence and happiness in life?
It's just greed filled narcissists leading you to the knife.
There is no beauty in this entitled life.
There's no hope to unfold as long as this web of lies rules the tides.

I’d take a tile cutter to your face, because all you are is a slimy disgrace.
None of us have our true face, because you’re a liar and a thief who deserves no place.
So as you snake your way into what your despicable mind leads you to, I’ll hope I can find my shoes.
And I hope you die a brutal death for making things so misconstrued.

The days are starting to melt together.
I keep wondering when things will get better.
The masquerade keeps me at the bottom.
What do I do, I just wish I could solve all these problems.
None of this makes any sense to me.
And I’m just trying to find better scenery.
So how do I break free from their grasp?
Will I ever get a taste of happiness that lasts?
I guess I need to learn how to get stronger.
Because things keep getting worse, and I don’t think I can take it any longer..

Where am i going?
Everything keeps changing.
I get lost in the days.
I can't tell if i'm going insane.
What will happen in these passing days?
I just want to break free, but it's something that's hard to conceive.
So why are things still so misconstrued?
I feel like i was born to lose.
I just want to find something true.
But what's there left to do?
I guess i need to figure out what to do, while i find my shoes.
As i keep my eyes along the skyline to search for a brighter hue.

There is no mercy I have to show.
You people deserve to rot no matter what woe.
Life is supposed to be a gift, not something you get dragged through with desecration.
You people are moronic imbeciles who poisoned the entire population.
So with tainted beings around every corner, I'll keep walking away knowing there's no order.
I hope you people are trapped in every circle of hell for the rest of eternity.
And I'll keep wondering why im still here if I'm so much of a burden.
But no torture would ever be fit.
Because you dismember peoples lives just so you can have whatever you wanted to win.

Trapped in this vessel day after day, I'm so sick and tired of everyone's face.
If I could think of a way to get slain, I'd take that over you peoples belligerent and petty pain.
You're all so selfish but what's left to take?
Everything's gone and everything's at stake.
So ******* all to hell I hope it's mortifying.
I can't go a day without thinking about dying
So while you people gloat in your stolen glory, I'll just wish that you people reach your end in this God forsaken story.

I can’t decipher my life.
No wonder nothing ever seems right.
Maybe I should just leave into the night.
But I’m losing my sights.
And I can’t stop thinking about the knife.
So tell me, what has come out of this fight?

The burdens are louder than thunder.
The blows ignite like lightning.
Why the **** am I always fighting.
I hate how all of this is one sided.
It leaves me so blinded.
If there is truth left I'll find it, and you people will never stop hiding it.
But when the tides cease I'll hope I can find me.

Destined to walk alone down this staggering and winding road. I guess this life has taken its toll. And my bones can’t withstand the cold. There’s nowhere left to go, I hope things get easier as I find a new place to call home.

Heat waves, summer nights.
Another day keeping my wrists away from the knife.
Will the good ever suffice?
There's too much hate and belligerence, I need a new life.
So as I ponder about what I thought life used to be, I'll hope I don't end up in a sea of misery.

Surrounded by ignorance everywhere i go.
Its your minds you've wasted, and there's nothing but foes.
I don't care where this path goes I just want my life to end.
Just be done with your pettiness, because its you people who caused my life to end.

Nothing feels real.
I don't know where to go.
There's no mercy in the woe.
At least there's no longer sorrow.
Why does everything seem fake?
It's me against the renegades.
I dont know why life turned out this way.
It's always on the weak they play.
And I'm so ******* sick of this life's petty games.

Life is nothing but a waste of time.
There's no point to sadism and morbidity. It's drawing the line.
So what beauty does the world hold?
There isn't any its just more room for your despicable lies to unfold.

Maybe I’m better off hiding in the shadows.
Who knew being a wallflower would amount to this losing battle?
Is there a chance to overcome?
I guess I’m not really numb.
But these thoughts are overrun.
At least I can still appreciate the rising sun.
But I fear to the rope I will succumb.
I just hope I don’t get stuck in the slums.

Don't remember when we were friends.
Don't remember faking happiness in my presence and your vain personas in my despicable hand.
Dont remember any smiles or laughter that were passed.
Dont remember my name or your ruthless plans.
Dont remember me because in reality you were never there.
Dont remember me because I'm less valueless than wallpaper or a chair.
Dont remember any good that was ever instilled.
******* all I hope you all rot without any good will.

I don’t know what happened to my being.
Without the pain of a tormented life I can’t handle breathing.
It’s something that’s hard to keep conceiving, but why is every part of myself fleeting?
I don’t know how to gain what I once felt.
At least I feel more than just a shell.
But that doesn’t keep me from starting to dwell.
No one can go through this demented race, with their being so torn that it’s not even their true face.
So why do they keep it going?
It’s all lies that are unfolding.
Where the **** am I even going?
There’s no hope that’s showing.
I just want to feel the blade because death is the only salvation I’ll probably ever end up knowing.

Where’s your jugular I want to rip it to shreds. Start at you knee caps and tear open your heads.
I don’t care what you have planned next.
Because I hate you all so much I want the whole universe dead.

Trapped in a lifeless corpse.
With nowhere to go because I'm caged and chained.
Can't get out of you peoples selfishly ignorant and belligerent plans.
There's no hope to go on because you all forced me onto my last stand.
I'd rather rot in front of you all and make you eat the mess.
There's nothing left except for wanting to get revenge .
But no revenge would ever suffice.
Too many times I've been led to the knife.
I have no control and it's supposed to be my ******* ******* life.
I'm a slave of a puppet and all you people do is steal, cheat and lie.
So as I wait for mine and you peoples demise, I'll hope you all run out of time.
Because there was never any beauty in this horrendous tide.
You all stole away every amount of the sun that had any potential to shine.
So in these darker shades, I'll know I won't be able to turn the page.
I know I can't rearrange my fate.
But I hope it's the end of all of you peoples days.🖕

No life, no love.
Just alone. No real home.
What’s in the cards for me?
I guess for a while I was able to see.
But I’m losing hope to finding a key.
What’s locked inside my heart?
I can barely feel anything, at least I’m not falling apart.
How do I put the shards of my former self back to the version of the me I used to know.
I’m like a stranger in this body, and my life is a hoax.
No soul, no sorrow, just pity, no woe.
How did things get so contorted and distorted?
I need to get out of here because everything’s unclear.
Life might be worth it if I had someone near.

The end is nigh, let my body get scraped away.
This lifeless vessel has ran out of ways to stay sane.
There's not enough blood or guts to help me be free.
I'm going crazy with this sanity, just let me bleed to see.
But when my body has drained out, don't remember me
All you people ever did was cause a life of misery for your selfish plans filled with greed.

At my last end.
The lies never cease, everything's pretend.
Why did I ever care about meaning or friends?
It's clear life is belligerent and there was never hope to mend.
So in these last few moments I hope there won't be too much pain.
But I've had it with you peoples ignorance and your will to driving me completely insane.

Stop living in vain.
Everything is vain, life holds no value.
No one is sane.
Its all just shadows.
What is everyone chasing?
Nothing that means anything.
Its just a downwards spiral of belligerence.
******* all i hope everyone who was involved burns.