There are a thousand things I can possibly say
A thousand things that roam freely through my head
With all this pain, the endless nightmares that haunt me in my dreams
As I play this stupid *** game life forces upon me
It’s hard, life just isn’t fair
It possesses me, corrupting the way I think
Destroying my sense of awareness as I burn attempting to hang onto my sanity
I feel weak crawling upon the floor made entirely of dead corpses
The thought of death dances in my head as my mortal self fades from existence
Who am I, why do I exist
Why does it feel as if a dagger is piercing my inner soul
I feel like a bird with clipped wings
Standing here watching a part of me fly off into the distant winds
I can’t be alone, there is no way that this is where I was meant to perish
There has to be a way out out of this dark hole
There has to be, there has to be, there has to be, there has to be
There has to be, right?
Why wouldn’t there be
I’m going to die here aren’t I?
No, I’m going to survive
But if I don’t allow me to at least go out with a smile