Undertaker707

Breathe I'm crazy. I'm out if my mind. I can't think straight. My mind always drives of To cruel things I might do. I hate humanity. I want it to stop existing. It only causes pain, We only cause pain. So why don't end this suffering? Then the world can breathe again.

Voices You are worthless. You don't deserve it. To live a happy life... You should die. Noone likes you. That's all I hear When I'm alone. The voices in my head, They want my death. And what they say is the truth. I should give in, Stop trying and just let go. Maybe then they'll be quiet And everyone will be happy And they'll stop screaming.

Noone They say that time Can heal all wounds. But they are wrong. Time makes you think About what happend... Your mind goes in circles And it can never stop. Always the same thoughts. About the past And things I regret. It's all weighting On my chest. It feels like I can't breathe. And I can't carry that weight alone. But I also don't want to burden Someone innocent With so difficult problems That noone can solve. So it's better to keep quiet. So noone has to solve my problems, So that noone has to split their head In half Trying to help me. It's better to be alone. So that noone else has to be hurt.

Empty shell My whole life feels wrong Every morning I wake up, Go to school and then home again. But what am  I doing? I dont know anymore Everything I do Feels like nothing. Then I wonder, if I'm even Doing anything. Or if I'm just daydreaming nothing I do seems to be right All I do is wrong and though I know that it's wrong, I dont feel anything I'm empty A empty shell Of The person I was And I can hardly remember Who that person was, What I was like before. But maybe I'll remember Hope can grow again.

Strong enough It' been enough. I can't take it anymore. People hurting me And me hurting people I love. I'm not strong enough. I am weak, I always was. I just put on a mask, So others don't realise What's inside of me. Everyone worries about me. They want to help me, But they can't. They can't change my thoughts Or the feelings I have. I can't go on. For me, living on means dieing inside. It's a dead end And I can't be happy. I'm not strong enough. I'm sorry