This dirt is my skin,
I breathe sin,
My heart beats in pain.
I see my face,
The true one,
I see the reality.

The devil won its game,
I am soul-less,
Just breathing.
Nothing will change.
Miracles don't
Happen here.

From alcoholic father,
To my mom's
Consistent unhappiness,
When did you walk with me god?

Born as unfortunate
Accident,
Holding my mother's
coursing as my destiny,
I am always a failure.

I only made him up
to be delusional,
For survival,
but you let me
Destroy me.

I still pray every night:
Please don't make me
wake up tomorrow.
Every morning
I realize your indifference.

Miracles don't happen here.

Poisoned,
I am trying to reach
for the end.
Maybe
I am just bored
of all my friends.
Maybe I am
bored of every morning,
and mourning
that comes with it.

I went to a doctor,
possible depression,
no pills,
nothing heals,
There are no hills
to walk up,
Just underground.
Feels like I am bound
to go:
Down, Down, Down...

If I can't walk, I'll crawl,
As advised by wise,
I play crowd,
I am okay,
I just simply
Don't want to
Wake up
Tomorrow.

I do not cry anymore
What are tears for
Anyways…
And this pain
My heart feels
Reminds me that
Fact is
I am alive,
I don’t know why
But I am alive.