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Do you ever wonder if the pain will ever stop?
We’re all just lonely people and innocent
We just want a little love to shield the pain
We all want a little happy to hide the tears
When all the darkness is caving in
And we don’t know where we’re going
But love will guide the way
And we both know what we're doing
Just lying to our faces
I can’t think of what to write because I’m broken inside
I love to sing about all the lies
That I makeup in my head
I create all the little stories of all the broken and the lost
I destroy all the memories of all the happiness and the love
I am worth nothing at all
Got no purpose, got no hope
I’m just lost in my thoughts
Can’t feel nothing at all
Just a shadow of what was
Just a ghost of what I lost
Can’t feel nothing but the pain
The pain of living
Like i have anything to say
I just a little girl with big dreams
Lost outside of reality
I can’t tell you everything because I know you will think I am weird and insecure
But there is this darkness inside of me that i can’t get rid of.
And i guess everyone has a little bit inside them
But mine seems to get worse every day
I am not a harm to myself or others
I am a harm to the universe
I can’t handle the stress of everything
I feel like everything is my fault
It’s my karma that everything goes wrong
It’s my fault my brother acts out and is always impatient
It’s my fault my sister seems lost in life and seems to distract herself from reality
It’s my fault my mother is obsessed with her phone and went through so much
And it’s my fault my father died
It’s my fault that my stepfather is always stressed and angry
It’s my fault that I just sit around and cry like a little baby
Maybe I never grew up and i can’t seem to be tough
I act as if everyone is out to get me
And if they are not I am jealous of them
I am so insecure that i have to constantly compare myself to others
I will never be good enough
And sometimes i love being in pain because that is all that i am
One messy pile of pain that will never be healed
I should have killed myself a long time ago
I don’t know why I haven’t but now I am more depressed than ever before
I don’t know how to stop it or control it or not let it in
I am lost in what I should do with my life
It seems everything I wanted to be was out the window
And I act like i am physically impaired because i am mentally impaired
My pain is just a joke to everyone
Something i created just like my mental illness
Which just seems to get worse
My mom thinks i need to express more
But every time I try to feel
I feel worse
I can’t speak I can’t breathe
And nothing I have to say is worth listening because it is all a lie
My whole life is a lie
Everything I felt wanted to feel or never will feel is a lie
All my memories are filled with depression and lies
Nothing is real anymore
I am not real anymore
The world is a joke and I am a lie
A made up story
A fucking story that no one will remember because it is all a fucking lie
Everything about me is wrong
Everything i do is not right
And everything i am is never going to be okay
I can’t relate with anyone because i am not the same
I don’t even think I am human anymore
Some subspecies that is supposed to be extinct
I am not “fit” for this world or society
And that is why I need to kill myself
No matter what I do
I know this is the end goal
I just don’t know when and where
My throat keeps hurting everytime I feel anything
I guess feeling equals pain
There is no point to emotions
Just useless way to make life more complicated than it is
More people just need to realize that life is always going to suck
And there is nothing we can do about it
There is no more good in this world
The world is going to end and you know it
There is no purpose to anyone's life
There is no reason for why we exist other than a cruel joke from this galaxy
You think we are the only ones here
We think we know so much and we are smart
But we all are just dumb and stupid and don’t know what the hell we are doing
We think we are helping
Protecting
But really we are just messing the world up
That is why i need to kill myself
Because nothing is ever going to get better
People are still going to get hurt
People are still going to want to hurt others and themselves
And the world is going to end with no one accomplishing anything but their own destruction
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