Knowing that not a single person cares.
If you left this world you wouldn't even be a whisper.
Knowing that all your life you've been lied to.
All your tears just fade to dirt.
Knowing the substance will slowly tear you apart.
Will quickly make you dissapear.
Knowing being alone will never be the answer
But what leads you to hell
Knowing the blade will make you bleed
Make you pale, make you gone
Knowing is the worst part
Knowing will destroy
