Reflect the hatred I feel towards myself, this disgust.
Heal the wounds that’s making my bones turn into rust.

I’ve forgotten which illusion I trusted, which lie that made me unpure.
Searching for the part of me that makes me feel complete, my cure.

All these lies about a better future that will make me appreciate the sun.
”What else can I do to make myself disappear.. What else can I do but run?”

Possessed by nothing, the mood depends on the tragedy of the day before.
Dead inside, as my brain doesn’t react to good things, it just begins to ignore.

Long gone in this miserable state of mind, don’t hope. Don’t trust.
Just realise that you’re useless, the self-hatred is a must..

Although I feel sometimes, the seconds is not many enough by any amount.
There was a long time since I felt that It made change to even count.

This depression did become a part of me, this life in darkness, act like a martyr of reality.
What made me feel alive.. Which side of me did accept rules and morality?

This anxiety that comes and goes is one of the few things that stays.
The insomnia is constant, too many thoughts.. I’m blind to the difference in days.

Showing regret proves weakness, yet I do regret that I started to think.
In this ocean of solitude, in this torture of living, in this cold water I sink.

Turn into madness to concentrate, focus on the pain to keep my thoughts distracted.
There’s too much time, there is too much to do. This torture is way to protracted.

I might be far away from what could save my life, but what makes this worth living?
Strange and bizarre thoughts of suicide comforts me at night, my memories are unforgiving.

Alone in a world where everyone else is the enemy, tormentors of my mind.
Where is my saviour? Where is my hope? Like a nobody.. I’m left behind.

I’m the tormentor of my mind and I left the world behind.