if all i could do is breathe then i rather die
if all i could see is the sky i rather be blind
if all i could do was walk i rather be lame
all everyone does is complain
no one says thank you for the little they have  
or for the strength they have
but i am no better
i do the same
my eyes keep bleeding from
comparing my life with others
but it never changes
i take the grubs am given
complain when i am home
its always the same thing
day after day
but i would never speak up
i want to be strong
but my heart betrays me
my body weakens and never supports me
i am a visitor in my host
i bear its identity but it never knows mine
i could write an encyclopedia on my host
but i am still a stranger to myself
who am i ?
when does my journey end ?
what is my purpose /
i am a robot with no programmes
i am scrap metal that was built together but not completed
my life is an error code
all i am
is a blip
i do not exist
i am nothing
if i fell into a never ending replay
my life would be better than it is
if i went to hell my life would be better than it is
if i died i will be the
happiest man alive
death evades me
it can't touch my flaws
all i am is flaws
i couldn't live
i do not understand the concept
i don know what love is
i don't feel anything
i am nothing but scrap i am useless