Servant of the shadow, I'll fight against my chains,
Serve it no longer, for hope may come again,
My life is shadowed in bleakness and pain,
But lit up with light, that I can only wish to reach, so all will be sane,
I'll Be cautious in my task serving this bleak name,
Remember what it was like with out release and pain,
Only sorrow, addiction and false release its service bring, if only I could see this strain,
All who serve it will meet the same fate, and will fall in vain,
Beware, faker, I know what I say is slain,
I too have fallen under its false hope and pain,
Nothing can help release, except my friend with blade, again,
Forces over bearing, with pleas I'll turn, but find no solution for I'm caught in the chains,
I'm screaming for help, but they turn their heads at my cries of pain,
No one sees that my effort fell in vain,
I'm just the girl, who cries at night, to far to care, to far to fight the strain,
I died slowly that night, and forgot the words and nursed the pain,
You see dear faker, what really it true pain?
You show off your scratches in vain,
Come over here Hun ill show you gashes, made by my own pain,
Think twice before you cry for attention that a broken soul, screams for, caught in their chains of addiction, depression and true pain.
