My room is a kingdom of mess
I've been told many times to clean it up
But truth be told...
...my life isn't any different from my room
Messy,chaotic and way too much stuff going on
So now i don't really bother much with all that cleaning up
I hope that things will improve
I do yearn for moments of happiness
But with every passing day all the good things just seem like a distant dream
And slowly but surely i feel myself drifting away into a state of oblivion
I can feel myself getting ****** into a blackhole of nothingness
Each and every day i'm dying a little
I'm not sure how much more stress the old ticker can take
My mind is the verge of an explosion
I won't lie...
...of late i so crave death
But it just doesn't come
One more breath
One more day of walking on fire
One more day of being misunderstood
One more day of being hated
One more day of loneliness
One more day of my hopes being crushed
Death, are you listening?...
...have some mercy on me
You can take me to hell
I'm ready to suffer there
I have no good deeds to show
So i probably deserve it
But please take me from this world
I dread waking up now