I found
it hard
it's hard
I found
no reason
found
no rhyme
I guess
I like
the way
it tastes
when you
throw it all
in my face
I'm not a monster
nor a man
I'm not sure what
to think I am
I'm not the same
as you, you see
there's nothing human
left of me
I hardly talk,
I hardly feel
sometimes I question
what is real
can't leave the house,
I have no friends
is this the way
my story ends?
I'm tired as hell
about to quit
I'm sure no one
would give a ****
what kind of ******* life is this?
I'm not alive, I just exist