I hate this feeling.

And I hate you.

Day by day in experiencing,

Moments passes as well as time, too.

Where does my emotions even came from?

Why do the unnecessarily say 'come'?

Can't they see that it hurts a lot?

Do I need to say that it destroys my life's plot?

Do my emotions even care?

I dunno, but it isn't fair.

All people did was to play with my feelings.

It hurts, and my life is on strings.

I can't handle this,

But I keep saying I can.

I have no more to say

Cause I really can't.

Give me a reason to live.

One more reason I can't give.

But no one's generous

With that, let's call it a truce.

All I can see is emptiness.

Am I dead, filled with loneliness?

Help, I can't see anything.

My voice stuttering,

And my lips quivering.

My beast inside

Harness what's left and die.

With words whispering

Heartbeat rate decreasing

I screamed as my emotions are fed

I lay on the ground, almost dead.

"Aaaaaaaahhhh!"

Help, I'm gonna drown,

In this madness without a sound.