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I See My Life As A Blur.
It's Fake. Out Of My Grasp Of Control. Inside This Mind Is Noting Of Usage.
It's Dead. I Killed My Inner Joy. I Have No Motivation, But Not Enough Strength.
No Point In Killing Myself. I Mean I Just Walk Alone, Empty. Afraid Of My Death.
Life Is A Point Where You Learn Just How to Die. Where You Bring Misery And Love To Everyone Around You. Too Intense For Those Weak Individuals.
It's Not Real.
Why should It Be Anyways?

The Pain I See With These Corrupted Eyes, Scar Me Internally.
The Lies That Breathe Down My Spine. Bring These Hateful Words To Tongue.
Those Lies Are Nothing, They Bring You Pain And confusion. No Point. The death You Bring With Lies. The Covers That Are Attached Within Everyone. The Circles You Must Face with Each and Every Untruthful Word Said. You May Save A Life, But You May Also Kill Many More In Exchange.
Is This World So Insecure With Their Lives?
Does Honesty Burn The Mind That Bad?

I May Speak Truth Or I May Speak Opinion. But Life Is So Corrupted That It May Not Be Noticeable.

My Unclear World...
Flashing By My Eyes. No Life To Be Controlled. Or To Be Dominated.
No Point In Obeying. With No Future To Wish Upon.
Images That The World's Mind Sees, Pry Upon Our Weak Individual Way's Of Life. They Torture What Hope We Have Left, To Destroy Our Self-Esteem.
To Make Us Feel Hopeless, To Make Us Feel Worthless. To Watch Us Break Down And Die. The Conflicts That Are Brought Upon By Others, Attack Us With Raw Unbeatable Strength. With The Abilities Given To Us, We Can Fight. Many Of Us Choose To Fight, Some Of Us Choose To Give In. With The Thoughts Of Suicide Swimming In Your Brain, You Cheat And Lose. Forever We Fear Death, No Matter What We Are Told. Our Conscious Minds Have No Power To Block Those Images And Thoughts Of Death. We Live In Fear. We Are Frightful Of Ourselves. What Overwhelming Power We Have Obtained, But Cannot Dispose.

Disturbed, We Fight Blind.

My Life Is Confusing.

I Intimidate My Peers Because They Do Not Understand Me.

I Mean I Don't Really Care If They Get Me Or Not, I Just Don't Want People To Tell Me About It. I Mean They Read These And Make A Version So They Can Understand it.But They Don't And Their Variation Is Wrong, And It Kinda Pisses Me Off. If You Don't Get It Don't Talk To Me About It. I Mean Like You Make It A Statement That Your way Is True, But ******** It's Not. You Don't ask Me Questions About How To Understand It. I Know You Do Not Get It. No One Can Really Except For Me. So Stop ******** Talking To Me About It! I Post These Cause Its Easier To Write Down. I Don't Really Care If You Read Them. It's Just My way Of Getting It Out Of My Mind.