I Hope This World Makes Me Cry...
So People Know Why I Die..
Wishing I Could Disappear..
Even Though No One's Here..

Falling Farther And Farther Down..
Into This Hole With No Sound..
Out Of The Depths I May Come..
Only To Be Kicked Back With No One..

I Reach Out For The Help Of a Doll..
Hoping Someone Will Catch Me Before I Fall..
In These Depths I Will Cry..
Hoping For Someone To Notice Me Before I Die..

Around and Around I May Go
Searching In Places That May Say No
Twirling And Spinning Together
No One Is Winning Forever

Laughing With Tears Of Joy
Crying Of Pain And Woe
Dancing In The Spring
Waiting To Be Dragged Back
With Nothing To Bring

Ripping The Wholesome Flesh
Eating and Tearing Is the Fest
Wiping Away the Blood And Tears
Abstract Against My Background Of Fears

Lies And Cheats
Nothing Escaping These Beats
Slowly Writing My Life Away
With Nothing Left To Stay

Is There Such a Thing As Love?
Why Does It Exist In This Hopeless World?
The Pain Of Being Heart Broken Cannot Be Compared To The Joys Of Being With Your One. The Love That You May See Is Just Fake. Many Lovers Going Back And Forth.
They Say Oh I Love Him So Much!
Lies.
Fakes.
Cheaters.
Can't There Just Be One?
Why Can't I Hear Someone Say Oh We Have Been Together For 8 Months?
All I Hear Is Oh We Have Been Together For 3 Weeks! ..And He Is The One For Me. Stupid bastards. How Would You Know That?. Sure I Can Understand If He Is Like A Total ass To You. But You Should At Least Be Friends With Them Before You Be Like OMG! Wanna Go out? ...It May Help If You Really Want To Find Someone. But If You Are Just Fooling Around, Then What Is The Point? You Don't Love It's Just A cheap Word. I Hate It How People Say Hate Is Powerful Word But So Is Love. Yet People Just Toss It Around Carelessly. There Are People Who Really Want To Love. But Others To Ruin Their Joy. I Feel For Your Pain, Yet I May Not Have Experienced It.

My Unclear World...
Flashing By My Eyes. No Life To Be Controlled. Or To Be Dominated.
No Point In Obeying. With No Future To Wish Upon.
Images That The World's Mind Sees, Pry Upon Our Weak Individual Way's Of Life. They Torture What Hope We Have Left, To Destroy Our Self-Esteem.
To Make Us Feel Hopeless, To Make Us Feel Worthless. To Watch Us Break Down And Die. The Conflicts That Are Brought Upon By Others, Attack Us With Raw Unbeatable Strength. With The Abilities Given To Us, We Can Fight. Many Of Us Choose To Fight, Some Of Us Choose To Give In. With The Thoughts Of Suicide Swimming In Your Brain, You Cheat And Lose. Forever We Fear Death, No Matter What We Are Told. Our Conscious Minds Have No Power To Block Those Images And Thoughts Of Death. We Live In Fear. We Are Frightful Of Ourselves. What Overwhelming Power We Have Obtained, But Cannot Dispose.

Disturbed, We Fight Blind.

I See My Life As A Blur.
It's Fake. Out Of My Grasp Of Control. Inside This Mind Is Noting Of Usage.
It's Dead. I Killed My Inner Joy. I Have No Motivation, But Not Enough Strength.
No Point In Killing Myself. I Mean I Just Walk Alone, Empty. Afraid Of My Death.
Life Is A Point Where You Learn Just How to Die. Where You Bring Misery And Love To Everyone Around You. Too Intense For Those Weak Individuals.
It's Not Real.
Why should It Be Anyways?

The Pain I See With These Corrupted Eyes, Scar Me Internally.
The Lies That Breathe Down My Spine. Bring These Hateful Words To Tongue.
Those Lies Are Nothing, They Bring You Pain And confusion. No Point. The death You Bring With Lies. The Covers That Are Attached Within Everyone. The Circles You Must Face with Each and Every Untruthful Word Said. You May Save A Life, But You May Also Kill Many More In Exchange.
Is This World So Insecure With Their Lives?
Does Honesty Burn The Mind That Bad?

I May Speak Truth Or I May Speak Opinion. But Life Is So Corrupted That It May Not Be Noticeable.