It starts to feel like the next stop will never come,
Because I'm too scared to board this train,
Because the voices in my brain...
Are telling me...

"This stop, too, will lead you straight to your death."
What else am I supposed to do with myself?

And there, once more, I turn on back again...

I alone,
Walk my own way,
On this never ending path.

And every time, I look down,
My arms and hands, are both stained red.

I'm sick, and tired of living, passing my days,
Nothing will come of me, I'm just a waste.
With no talents;
I'm stupid,
Good for nothing.

Nothing for me in the future to come,
I really hope... I'll be soon gone...

But then yet again, I'm scared,
Of what's after.
After that, what's ahead?

But that's just me, I'm never satisfied,
So let's just ignore everything, distract, put it all aside.
"Just for now..."

Just try to forget, ignore, stop thinking, **** it,
I just don't want to think about it.
Stop crying.

The end of this book
Doesn't mean you can't read another,
And immerse yourself in that rather...

I give up, it's all just too much,
And I can't handle it at all.

And I'd love to say,
"If only someone was here to help..."
But in reality, that's simply not me,
And I'd just push them all back.

But
Just by living,
I'm hurting them another day.
Hundreds cry,
All I do is ruin everything.
Just by leaving,
I'm helping them another day.
After a while,
Everything will be alright,
I made their worries subside,

They'll all smile,
Without me by their side.

"No, I'm not lonely, I'm just fine."

I can't trust anyone,
It's just me, I'm never satisfied,

I really should rather just die.

A person, alone, not accepting help,
But then again, in the grand scheme, nothing matters in the end.

While this world exists in the favour
Of people with better luck, better factors.

So, alone, once more, I'm going with the flow.
Pretending not to know,
That time is passing me by.

I don't make a single **** choice.
I just rot away,
Saying, "this is all fine."
"This is my life."

I'm pathetic, aren't I?

Day after day,
I find my way,
Sleepwalking through.

Like this, I'll fade without a trace,

It's for the best I do.

Just by living,
I'm nothing for another day.
Hundred lives, never knowing me or anything.

Nobody wanted me,
No one there to need,
Why would I want to live,
In the kind of world I see?

And now, I'm just waiting for the opportunity,
Of me being able to put this to a end,

And waiting for that long awaited last stop.