I hate how things turn out . Most time it just feels like all against one
Compiled up hurt and pain
Until the damage is done
I never wanted it to be like this
But now and then I find myself falling in this abyss
This bottomless pit
Of depression and oppression
Didn't realize this was in the description.
And never would I ever thought
That my sanity would get burned out and questioned
Then I finally realized that was the intention.
Never did I mention to you how I feel.
Concealing not feeling never mentioning that this was the deal to make everyone happy and lose yourself to the point where you just don't think you have a choice.
Well maybe when I'm gone they would finally rejoice.
Holding on a rope till my hands hurt and slowly but surly the light in my eyes burned. Not once could I decode what was really that I owed to a world of hate and destruction but none realized until I finally work up the courage to destroy my self.
The ones who never knew what they were slowly doing to me maybe then they will finally see how messed up I came to be . Scars tears untold , and the memories of words in the long lines of descriptions that everyone ignore like terms and conditions . Never did I know that I could hide behind a lie and all it took was to say that I'm fine fake a smile and a laugh pretend it's alright . Brings me back to my point on just saying one day I'm blowing this joint call my life . One cuts never enough to mask this thing that lacked call love . Not for attention never my intention . Guess I for got to mention my permanent detention that I want is my death because now I finally see I got nothing left .
My unfinished suicide note . Why I choose to reside to my silence so I'm not a disturbance to other serendipity, even though it's slowly killing me . I still have untold of unheard of stories but I'll just write those down when I sacrifice the glory of the day I come out my shell and finally share of what I feel of this hell .
