Is this what they called life?
Being awake in a world of prejudice?
Able to hear the words that are actually blades?
From those persons you love the most?
I'm probably never right.
Am I just making excuses to feel better or worst?
To those people who would laugh at my pain and I would feel terrible,
because they might be right.
I'm useless.
Is this being alive? Being able to breathe,
Yet having the thoughts to reach the oblivion?
Being able to breathe doesn't make me alive.
Just someone, anyone. See through me.
So, taking my soul away wouldn't be the best answer I could give.
