Segampang-gampang dia,
Gampang lagi awak.
Sekurangnya dulu dia usaha juga mencari.*

Translation:

So many times I tried to convince myself you actually might have cared and you didn't just use me and throw me out like worthless trash.

When you feel useless and sad, don't take it out with mad.
or else you might make others
feel very sad
which will most likely make them mad
and then the world will slowly become sad
and mad
and filled of rage and pain
Just know that you're worth it,
plain and simple.

I have left you far behind,
The flotsam and the jetsam
Washed up on the shore.

And you are pleased,
I’m sure, with this place
That you have chosen.

you're strumming my heartstrings like how angels do with their harps & i bet that it did hurt when you fell from heaven but that doesn't hurt as much when i fell for you

I watch silently as you destroy yourself
You are only a shell of who you once were.
I reach out to you in a useless attempt to help
You push me away
I have become further from you than I ever imagined
You don't seem to notice
I sit through many sleepless night worrying  I won't see you tomorrow
You seem to think no one cares for you
I understand now that there is nothing I can do
You must remember
I am always here for
you

I wanted to **** I wanted
taste there blood, but I had
one problem I'm scared at
the sight of blood.

I thought I could do it, Dexter
did it, he even thought it was
devilish fun. But I had the knife
the plastic bags, I was ready for
my serial fun, but I cut my self
with my knife and fainted in a lump.

They found me days later a knife
buried in my chest, ****** was
the case, but it was my fear of blood
my undoing not anyone else.

I didn't get to go on a spree to
feed my blood lust. For I did ****
but unfortunately it was me, I
was the one, I  am a serial flop.
As you can see only one was
murdered and no one will no
its was me...

sometimes I feel
so stupid and
I can't gather
my thought
I can't speak
I can't think
i am useless

I need to know,

When your feelings start to fade,
Then where do I go?

I am the useless child,
Who can't seem to do
Anything right,
Whose actions are never
What you expect them to be

I am the selfish child,
Who's ignorant and insensitive
Who only cares about herself
Who makes you wonder
"Why are you alive?"

I am the unwanted child,
Who has no place to go
Abandoned for being friends
With the monster
They call "Depression".

I am a child,
Who constantly disappoint you
Who made you ask questions
"What did I do to have you as a daughter?"
Whom you can't accept for being imperfect.

I am your child,
And I've grown tired wanting to be loved
Maybe I'll find where I belong
Somewhere far from here
Maybe it's in the paradise they call "Death".