This worlds not made for me

[LostHope]

A twisted soul left unwhole,
Reaching for peace inside me,
Strike me dead I'll kill myself instead,
This worlds not made for me.

Tired of the lies
Tired of my cries
Tired of my tries
Just saying my goodbyes

This ain't life, now where's the knife,
Cutting away my suffering,
Nick to the vein and watch the blood stain,
This worlds not made for me.

Leave me for the flies
As I look to the skies
And the last of me dies
This is my goodbyes

Oh I can only wish

[Lingurine]

Oh LostHope, I'm so sorry you feel so much pain. I hope you keep on writing about it.



Lingurine