The extreme pain that i keep inside my heart and mind starts to boast out...
this misery in me
the hopes that are born of extreme misery. now i have learned that they did not care.,
for i was just another person they know., they did not think that i was a member of this family..,
maybe if i was on a path., i could feel my sorrrow..,
walking alone in this lonely road.., they say they'll follow me.,but they never came..
doubt is the pain..too lonely to know that they never care..
sometimes i found that i'm the only one walking in this road...and loneliness cause me..the misery in me
IT HURTS TO KNOW YOU'LL NEVER KNOW THAT YOU'VE HURT ME THIS MUCH...
AND
I HATE ALL THE PAIN...THE MISERY, THAT CAUSE...THE DEATH OF MY SOUL...
it is better NOT to EXIST than to live in MISERY..
What makes my life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood
in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death...
