I'm a human
Not a door stop
Not a object
Not a *** object

So why do I feel just like that
Arnt I suppose to feel
Arnt I suppose to live
This so call life
Is just an empty hole
With a door to far out of reach
Darkness is becoming overwhelming
As I cry
In the corner
Wanting to run
But no strength to move
Is it time to let the darkness
Take over ....