People just passed you by, and suddenly your just the only one who is left behind. They come and go, tell and broke. Tears that are worthless, even the clouds are crying because it can’t hold the weight. I’m just like a child dreaming that my life would be a fantasy, but there’s no such a thing like that.

I could only see nightmares; dreams are just illusion or even hallucinations that your mind created. Even I woke up its just still the same I’m all alone, so I think I don’t have a place in this world.
Maybe I will just stay in my inner world, world that cannot be seen. A world that I’ve created and I belong to, a dark world I have. The pain that chained up my hands emptiness that blindfold my eyes and despair that tie my feet.

I’ve been tortured in a long time. My lips saying in hopeless, “This is the world works”. If you are weak you’ll die in this cruel world, no one is trustworthy. **** or be killed, eat or be eaten, in order to survive you should have no mercy.

People are just abusing what you have; they are just thief who will steal everything on you. They are wearing the mask of dishonesty, trying to blind you to the truth.

People will confused you to the real thing, I don’t let that kind of people will live in this game world. My silver knife that full of pain and darkness, will stab them deeply to their hearts. I want them to feel that pain that I’ve feel and die in despair.