Half passed dead

Feel the pain
As it comes within
just another scar
That will soon be thin.

Feel the knife come down on you
Feel the pain you caused me too
Feel the way it bites your skin
And still with that you have no clue.

The tears had came
In buckets and buckets
I just want to give up
And say 'Screw it'.

To think of ways to set me free
to think of everything you've done to me
hurts beyond belief......
the lock hasn't been, there is no key.

I will never be set free
From my world of mis production
cold, alone, fearing death
just a mistake of a bad conduction.

There is no more, nothings left
emotions dried up, all thats left is dread
screwed up, messed up
I'm half passed dead.....