I hear the voice inside of my head,
giving me reasons for why I feel dead,
I have all the answers, for everyone else,
But I just find nothing, when I look to myself,
I know what I want, yet not how to get it,
Until I am found, I’ll stay in this pit,
Of loathing and hatred, at what I could be,
Surrounded by people, better than me.
The Perceptions that flow so freely,
With stares that burn right through me,
I hear what is unsaid, it’s not just in my head,
I know what they all think, it’s what I’ve felt before,
There’s always someone better, behind that other door.
So sick of hearing bullshit, the words you try to say,
Things that make me feel a completely different way,
Just the truth for once, is all I wish to ask,
You know I’m fat and ugly, is that so hard a task?
I’d rather hear the truth, than hear your lies and feel your stares,
You Fucking worthless piece of shit, I wish that I just did not care.
The years of torment that I have endured,
Have shattered my soul, I cannot be cured,
My mind has turned black, evil and twisted,
My heart will eternally be rotting and blistered,
The voices keep calling, they’re getting so loud,
I feel myself slipping, away from the crowd,
I’m falling and falling, through the dark clouds,
They’re touching me now, the demons, so proud.
By ÐêåÐ Ïññër §åñ¢tûm