A loaner a weirdo
a twisted little freak...

This is my existence
Ended by the knife...

The nothingness of my mind
The feeling of being left behind...

I take these little pills
There suppose to make me happy...

I am empty.
A blank mind encased in a hollow shell...

Summer has gone and winter is near.
The warmth has gone and the coldness is here...

Thoughts, emotions and feelings.
Always coming and going right...

I thought you was a fighter
i thought you could cope...

Watoosh. Here comes the whip again.
The pain races to every inch of my body...

The blade which was once a shiny silver
has darkened from blood spilled...

Oh, when i was little, i had this funny day,
I made up a game, i played in such a funny way...

To be alone forever
To never have and to hold...