"oh can you tell, I haven't slept very well
since the last time that we spoke"

mayday parade-stay

"if I ever see you on the street,
I'll pretend that I didn't see
and turn my face
no use in small talk anyway"

David choi-wont even start

songs that remind me
that I'm still wrecked and broken
since that day where it all ended.
those happy times I wish to relive.
those memories I want to cherish.

I need to rest and I've never given myself one ever.
if not temporarily, let me rest indefinitely.

is death the greater good
where there would be no suffering?
is death the solution
to the myriad of problems you are having?
is death the better place
the place where I can finally get a rest?

i've had enough of this
stupid
meaningless
life

for once I have no regret
choosing death
over being
alive

I know I sound like a poser
a third-rate actor
I've been known to be a liar
but attention isn't what I desire
always in situations that are dire
everyday I feel like I've been set on fire

wishing for a time machine
hoping to change everything
or maybe just one single thing
like make my life better

wishing for a time machine
ending things wont change a thing
barely holding on is my thing
like giving up for the better

anxiety
is crushing me
into tiny million pieces
making me feel not needed

unwanted

thoughts are louder
wide awake

head hurts
as if it'll break

thoughts are louder
wide awake

words keep coming
my head aches

giving it all never works out
turning around for a second
and someone can just easily
sweep her off her feet

coming out of my shell
and all of the perseverance
I tried being there but
it's wasted because I'm irrelevant

trying to be happy
it never works out
because reality wants you to suffer
and makes you wish you're not alive

I give up on reality
society and it's hypocrisy
using your life as a thread
to control you as their puppet

crossroads in this rocky path
that I have no choice but to take.
unless I run off a cliff
with jagged rocks below
crushing every hopes and dreams
that will lead to a good night's sleep

i recently realised
that i've always been weak
weak-hearted
weak-minded
weak-kneed

wounds so deep
no amount of stitching can fix it
wounds so deep
i doubt it'll heal
wounds so deep
hoping someone'll patch me up