who probably need some medicine to do basic things
and who is also tide to a very generic belief of self-loathing
nobody should be near me enough to get frustrated
by all disappointments I bring as an air breather
no one should care about my misery and the mental state
I persistently put myself through it, nothing really matters
and nothing really matter to me
when this is over, I wish you the best things life can give you
a house full of joy and respect and caring
a mind that is so peaceful, even a lake would be jealous
the wind can blow my perceptions, I am not stable
I have never been
not worthy of your pity, believe me, I just wish to be dead
but as death hasn't come yet
I got to make the best of it
despite being an empty shell
I can go to hell
nothing will make me stay
my life is pointless
I can easily throw it away.
