I am my own slave,
I bring the worse
Things in myself
Which is unhappiness,
I am my own enemy,
I wonder why I keep
On touchering myself,
I will bring the worse
Things in my life ,I keep
On breaking myself rather
Than to build myself  ,I
Keep on drinking slow poison
As if I won't final die ,in the
Actually fact I am slowly dying
Without that poison  so sometimes
I feel as if I am worthless to
Myself ,I feel like the whole
World is against me ,but I
Wonder if is the a hope in this
Horrible world ,life has shown
Me nothing but a flam ,I don't
Even know myself anymore,
Have you ever comes to that point
Where life would nook you down
In such a way you forget who you
Are ,you forgot even  your abilities
Wow what a strange world it is,a
World of failure and I world of
Sorrows, sometimes life will
Drown you so deep that you
Don't feel like existing anymore,
How bad life can be sometimes,
I wonder and think long enough
Is the hope for me out there yes
Indeed I wonder