I'm sick of it all.
I'm sick of the lies.
I'm sick of the ******* people
Saying that I'm fine
I'm sick of not feeling anything
And sick of suddenly crying.
I'm sick of the society that keeps sending  people running and lying.

Lies
Terrible lies.
Lies that just wrap people up and turn them into beautiful fake  butterflies.
How can a butterfly fly, knowing some day it's going to die?
Knowing some day someone will say 'hey maybe we could **** that guy'.

Death and life.
Sometimes tragic sometimes a peace of mind.
Both can be both or neither at the same time.

But everyone will keep screaming 'it's just in your mind'
When you know ******* well it's just in your mind.
A mind created by a world that is not kind.
A world that will **** you if you try to shine.
If you try to shine and you are not the beautiful butterfly.
That society created out of your lies.
And now it's back again,
Back to the lies