The darkness captures the unexpected and leaves the wanting. Desiring something so much will not get it for you.
You must fight and let the darkness win;
let it **** you into a never ending void
where we are forgotten by who all knew us.
Accept your fate.
Because like a cloud that fades and is gone,
we humans die and never return;
It's your call whether you'll be remembered or not.

There’s a part of your mind that’s shattered.
You feel isolated and lost.
You don’t know who you are,
so you try to be what they say you should be,
and that leaves you incapable of coping,
hating yourself, hating those who want you
to be someone you aren’t—
even though you yourself don’t know who you are.
You’ve lost your true identity and are desperately looking for a new one even though it seems impossible.

You keep to yourself because you’re broken.
Your mind is fractured.
Even at your best, you suspect that something is wrong, because it is.
The only time you feel good is when you’re able to pretend that it is, but deep down you hate everything about yourself.
The way you look, the way you feel,
the way you think, even the way you sleep,
because that time that should be peaceful is full of nightmares.

Growing up, I was always told to cherish life.
Think of a candle flame;
It burns bright, but slowly dies out.
When it’s burning bright, it represents living life to its fullest.
Each flicker is an obstacle that is overcome.
In the end, the flame slowly wanes.
You have to make the most of what you have when it's the brightest.
You never know when the flame is going to be blown out.
Life is short, but it can also be beautiful.
It’s a symbol of hope.
Candle flames take away a small portion of darkness,
giving the slightest bit of illumination in the darkest of times.

I'm past the point of return
Do you see how many times I've been burned?
Or how many times I've burned others?
I mask my sins with pretend covers
My smile, my happiness, its all fake
How much longer can I take
All this guilt before I break?
Maybe I should just jump in a lake
Yeah, rid the world of my mistake
Of being born, or was it fate?
No, I'm too ******* up for being meant to be
Accident defines my identity
P.M.

Life is a game of concentration.
You learn what not to repeat
and how hurt you can get by a single hesitation.
The struggle is the level to complete.

It isn't all fun, like a vacation,
not as sweet as the winning treat.
We're not acting like a true nation
because it's all based on deceit
and unholy temptation.

This life is bittersweet;
people under sedation and influenced by potations
who were beat or even helped mistreat
God's beautiful creation
while we just sit in the backseat.
This is the game of concentration,
No repeats or hesitations.
What category will you fall under?