Supporting a fear of what follows.

Down on your knees, lost hope in hand,

No one wil come, until this nightmare ends.

Do not wait for understanding of others,

It doesn't come and only brings sorrow.

My life, me choice should be an option,

Too bad I always get swept by the motion

Of things and events that always follow

In order to get a better tomorrow.

Here one day, gone the next is how I labeled my motivation

I'm lazy, I'm worthless, is like I beg to get depression

So I put earphones on to block the sound I find annoying

To focus more on writting and what left in life I find enjoying.

Your being is an infection spreading disease,

Trying to bring me down on my knees.

But I found a cure, so I'll kick you out

Should have taken the medicine right from the start.

I hear your pleads, telling me I'm wrong;

The poison spreads right through the veins

Feeling the pain, killing from inside

Every ounce of empathy I had left.

Now I smile whlie keeping the good memories

And can live on my life with the sweet pleasure

Of knowing you're forever removed from it.

Another, yes another day has come and gone.

No matter, things still remain the same.

So, why do I, want to end it?

Yesterday, and today, all my life, an endless game

I play with myself, but no one else suspects

That I'm feigning my ignorance

Yet I, keep falling up.

Keep falling up, keep falling up!

No wonder I make mistakes

When nothing I do makes sense.

Hands ties to behind my back

With a rope insecurity made up.

Can you look at me and say everything is going to be ok?

With no pity, false expectations or made believe fantasies of a better world?

To say others have it rougher than me, that my stuggles are trivial temper tantrums because I never experience true hardships?

To make me pretend I'll be a better person even though I myself know how much a brat I am?

If you can't understand leave me be, I'm too tired of this compulsive need people have to force help where is not needed.