Broken and worthless,
hear my cries...

my words, are my tears
that I rather you not see...

I'm not as happy as you think I am,
the smile you see is just a blank...

The burden of loneliness imprisons you
by the time you realize it wins over you...

I fell to the ground
with no one else to help me back up...

Have you ever though of death?
the sad, sad truth about death...

Tender yet rigid is the rope which I hold...
Full of faces, dreams and places this noose I tie...

life, francium in action
unstable to the point of disaster...

The weight of depression buries you, even when...
watching the star of your life burn in acidic...

Life blossoms and roars
as another baby is born...

The weight of this world is plenty
my will is weak...

Being a psycho
trees of black...