I am a pure entity of destruction, I can probably blame my eduction. My parents didn't treat me well, the reason for that, well - I've been a special kind of child, I wasn't nice but wild. I've got my problems here and there, got used by them, yeah. I am not scared or ashamed to talk about my feelings, they ain't no sealings.

There's nothing for me to break, since I am all wide open, like my scars on my arms bleeding while my heart's already broken. I've got a reason to live, and that's the fear of death, and I still own my breath.

If I could change one **** thing, it would still be almost everything. I am looking for a little bit of love, but I can't wait for heaven to send an angel from above.

Oh lord, give me a sign, or just say one word.
Do you really exist or is everything just absurd.
I've been told that you're a saviour and you're against hate,
and I am here crying and wishing for satan to fade,
but he remains inside my head, he wants me to be dead.

I live like a fool, and I just feel like a tool.
They've got everything they needed, but I am still undefeated, because how shall you win against a sin.

Here I am passing by, passing by until the day I die.

I am writing late night, late night, because I cannot keep up the fight.

I am drowning in my feelings, my feelings are unbreakable sealings.

There's something in my heart, in my heart and it feels like it's falling apart, apart.

The motivation to keep on going, has stopped growing, there's nothing worthy left, it will be an eternal rest.

But I can't allow myself to quit, to quit, because I am not the person who's gonna give up too quick, too quick.

So... Here I am passing by, passing by until the day I die.

I am an empty body with no feelings, it feels like my emotions are beneath tons of sealings.
I can't laugh, I can't cry, I just want to say good bye.
I've been hurt, used and left alone, now writing this text while listening to a sad tone.

I have no purpose, no meaning. My Life feels like a nightmare which I am eternally dreaming.
I can't wake up, cause I am not asleep. Everything feels so unreal but yet hurts so deep.
I am locked in my room, I can't see the sun, cause my curtains are closed and so am I, just waiting for the day I die.

  I have nobody around, cause everyone just leaves me at some point and I guess that's fine, as I am dropping a tear in my glass of wine.
I want to go out and live my life, but I have no strength or any motivation.
I rather sit here the entire day and question my creation.

I hate nobody, but that's me. As I am hating myself the nobody.
I can't even think straight or logically anymore, as my heart feels so sore.
I was trying to escape negativity, but it always caught up.
I wasn't fast enough and at some point I've stopped moving.
I've accepted my life, I know it will not change as I am finally giving up on this hope I held.