I'm sick of hating every moment that I spend alive. I've written pages, memories, hold 'em, their my friends at night. I've mixed in hatred, deadly poems, I don't want to die. I'll fit in nowhere, OmenXIII, Til I meet demise.
I'm frustrated, patience breaking, I feel sleep deprived. Sometimes I want to sleep forever, but can't end my life. Sometimes I need to breathe, just so I can feel alive. Sometimes I breathe, just to remind me that I'm dead inside. I feel dead, I feel dead, I feel dead inside.