a failed attempt, no hope for redemption my head in hands, as i’m locked up inside this prison the cold whispers, turned to tortured screams and the voices, still have control of me only i, can justify my violent actions only i, can cope with the fatal intentions i should hate them, the whole cruel outside world never understanding, what’s been done to me
no remorse, for what i have done a way out, a way out, from this life a life of ridicule, and tolerance to the hate that fuels the lies and greed that killed my pride and dreams and no one can take what’s mine from me away the scars that remain, will last forever
a thin line, that separates me from the world the hard times, that led me to end this struggle an overload, my patience has emptied all the misery, snapped inside of me a hollow, vision of the future a collection of, all that has been said to me a cry for help, my only way out it’s my time, to face reality
no remorse, for what i have done a way out, a way out, from this life a life of ridicule, and tolerance to the hate that fuels the lies and greed that killed my pride and dreams and no one can take what’s mine from me away the scars that remain, will last forever
why can’t i finish the deed? for fear i’d fail again? it’s my life, my decisions i can’t believe why just can’t someone listen? to my thoughts of no reason my fate will come into sight and then everyone will see, all, of, the, scars, that remain