Society
Uploaded by perpetualplague on Feb 05, 2002
I'm a loser.
I don't deserve to live,
I'm a loser.
I can't believe what I haven't did.
I'm a loser,
and I don't deserve to live.
Because I'm a loser.
Everyday I get closer,
to jumping off life's edge.
I reach out, but feel nothing,
I stumble and fall.
I ask am I worth being?
You say nothing at all.
The hate is what you continue to say.
i cry tears of pain ,
because you have labeled me this way.
My anger builds inside,
because all I do is make it subside.
There is no room for anger,
no room for bliss,
never been loved,
so I will have nothing to miss.
Dumbfounded by the way life works.
Scared of the demon that lurks.
Days and days go by,
I look down wondering,
can I fly?
It would only take a second.
You'd be too late.
No way to deprive me this is my fate.
I fall away,
Away from society.
Crowded in a corner,
No one is finding me.
No way I am coming out,
Only the chosen are cool,
You treat everyone else like your personal fool.
You seem to find it easy to second guess.
Is what I have really less?
My whole life people telling me I'm nothing,
a lifetime of being forgotten,
It's almost psychotic.
What's wrong with me?
Its just something you can't see.
Don't ever judge me.
You can't judge so let me be.
I'll slip into the darkness,
out of your sight,
with no one to judge me,
my mind takes flight.
I try to prove what I have to give.
To myself.
Not you.
Can I live?
I keep killing myself in my own mind,
all this pain,
reaches new kinds.
On the outside I am fine,
on the inside I am borderline.
A lot of nothing fills my soul.
With no way to turn,
I lose my control.
Nothing to fear.
You're the last person, which is going to get a tear.
You can't find what I hide;
it dies with me in a suicide.
I bring myself back to reality;
Showing you,
Living is my fatality.
Is it my frown misleading you?
because I am too down to smile.
Is it my look confusing you?
I thought you knew me for awhile.
All this pain of building lies,
knowing it all could lead to my demise.
I know you do not want to be at peace
but instead plee for a compromise.
Because of this control you lack,
I'm always looking behind my back;
Knowing anytime you could come with a sneak attack.
Because I am not like you.
You can't see inside.
You can't penetrate what I hide.
We talk.
But it seems the discussions between you and me,
remain of mystery.
Clouded with anger and fear,
of ruining ones history
On the other hand,
you're just the act.
You think emotion I...