Find the knife i need it
hurt me i don't feel it...

I want to feel something,
Anything...

Words are the tools of the depressed.
i sit in my room willing for the words...

So many millions of people in this world
How many stop to ask your name...

I'm to tired to smile
I know you’re not that naive...

There's no getting up from where I’ve been
There’s no forgetting the torment...

Life is the ultimate contradiction
Born to die...

Twisting in a nothing
a black without a face...

The nightmares...
So much worse now with age...

Silent;
happy...

Holding the stained wood
tears roll down my face...

Life as i knew it is gone
Yet my mind wont believe it true...