Beneath all the lies I've been fed,
I can still feel you there...
Why do you care so much,
Why do you want me here,
When I have nothing left to give...
I've used up all my empathy and turned into a motionless statue,
I am nothing but another bloody face in the crowd.
I've been lost along this road for as long as I can remember,
And I don't think I'll ever be saved.
I'll never be one of the successful people,
I will never be you.
Why do you still love me,
Why am I still here,
Why have you stopped me from my beloved suicide?
I'm so sick of this place,
And I'm so sick of the empathetic words you speak to me.
I do not need your pity,
All I need now is my rusted razorblade.
I will no longer be a burden to you,
I will no longer be a bloody cut you have to take care of.
I will leave you here,
And you will live on a great life,
One that is not a lie.
Why do you care,
Why do you want me here so badly?
I feel so worthless,
So useless,
So dumb for believing someone could care.
I am nothing to you,
I am but another pebble on the side of the road,
Yet you act so differently..
Why do you keep me here!?!
Why won't you just let me die.
Give me my rusted razorblade,
And give me my beloved suicide.
I want to be free.
I want to become nothing.
I want...
To die...
Alone.
Without anyone who cares,
Not that there is.
Please,
Just leave me here to rot,
I am sick of this wasted Empathy,
Give me my f*cking razorblade,
And I will cut these veins one last time,
And you will no longer have this useless burden.
My arms have been scarred from all the lies,
From all the emotionless stares.
I am no longer a virgin to the apathetic world...
I'm so glad I've disappeared from the crowd,
and I no longer matter.
I am but another piece of grass in this dead world...
My arms have been scarred...
My heart, left blood-stained from the pain...
And my soul no longer has the will to live...
The blood falls to the floor and forms in a distorted pool,
As you run into the room and hold me in your arms,
You say a final goodbye.
"My dearest friend,
Look what you've done to yourself...
You had such a future,
And you've just killed it all away..."
"You never knew it,
And I wish that you found out sooner..."
"But I care for you...
I love you...
Why have you done this to me..?"
Tears streaming down the cheeks mixing with the blood on my wrist,
As I say my final goodbye.
"You've lied to me once again...
my only friend..."
I can still feel you there...
Why do you care so much,
Why do you want me here,
When I have nothing left to give...
I've used up all my empathy and turned into a motionless statue,
I am nothing but another bloody face in the crowd.
I've been lost along this road for as long as I can remember,
And I don't think I'll ever be saved.
I'll never be one of the successful people,
I will never be you.
Why do you still love me,
Why am I still here,
Why have you stopped me from my beloved suicide?
I'm so sick of this place,
And I'm so sick of the empathetic words you speak to me.
I do not need your pity,
All I need now is my rusted razorblade.
I will no longer be a burden to you,
I will no longer be a bloody cut you have to take care of.
I will leave you here,
And you will live on a great life,
One that is not a lie.
Why do you care,
Why do you want me here so badly?
I feel so worthless,
So useless,
So dumb for believing someone could care.
I am nothing to you,
I am but another pebble on the side of the road,
Yet you act so differently..
Why do you keep me here!?!
Why won't you just let me die.
Give me my rusted razorblade,
And give me my beloved suicide.
I want to be free.
I want to become nothing.
I want...
To die...
Alone.
Without anyone who cares,
Not that there is.
Please,
Just leave me here to rot,
I am sick of this wasted Empathy,
Give me my f*cking razorblade,
And I will cut these veins one last time,
And you will no longer have this useless burden.
My arms have been scarred from all the lies,
From all the emotionless stares.
I am no longer a virgin to the apathetic world...
I'm so glad I've disappeared from the crowd,
and I no longer matter.
I am but another piece of grass in this dead world...
My arms have been scarred...
My heart, left blood-stained from the pain...
And my soul no longer has the will to live...
The blood falls to the floor and forms in a distorted pool,
As you run into the room and hold me in your arms,
You say a final goodbye.
"My dearest friend,
Look what you've done to yourself...
You had such a future,
And you've just killed it all away..."
"You never knew it,
And I wish that you found out sooner..."
"But I care for you...
I love you...
Why have you done this to me..?"
Tears streaming down the cheeks mixing with the blood on my wrist,
As I say my final goodbye.
"You've lied to me once again...
my only friend..."
8 comments:
"Season of d Black"....Indeed ! After reading d blog "dying", 1st thin i did is to thank d existence for blessing us wid different seasons both to d nature and for d heart and no season is constant.
It realy Stirred d very heart of emotions. Never thot dat humans wud go thru such a pinnacle of pain.
All said n done, i personally n wid all d trust feel dat its all matter of time to heal dose wounds most of which on heart though leaving d scars which help us to understand dat Happiness is not state of MIND but d STATE of BEING n is independent of ny stimuli...
thnx a ton!!!!
dats all m capable of sayin
man....i wish i could get even a bit close Mahi....
ur awesome...i just hope things shouldn't have been as they are right now...
i hope dat too
but it has all but ended now!!!!
u know it
Live d death so deadly dat u start lovin life again d way u r dying to die now......
ur gettin better, i tell u!!!!
n i know where d effect is comin from!! hehe!
I know dat "Better" is a word dat falls in comparitive degree....but dint get y r U comparing urself wid me..... hehehe Now i feel dat i rely am gettin better.... huhuhahahaha....
u sound so happy!!
m elated if m really d reason!!
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