My hollow screams of pain
Muffled by the so called sane
My life, a ruckus in the third lane.
I scream alone for someone to come
The filthy place that I come from
My screeching never comes to any aid
Do I really deserve what I am paid.
I hope that someday, someone will listen
They shall describe my vision
This cycle of the great fission
My skin turning pale
A boat that could never sail
The amount of times I have failed
To the chains of agony, iam nailed
Can the time really heal
Could it really make me feel?
The knife wounds on my back.
Signifying all the abilities that I lack.
A truly certain undeniable fact.
The pillars of trust that I've built on lies
The fake act of being wise.
I run towards the blinding sun
To try to find happiness and fun
I hope that I somehow complete this run
I want to face the blinding light
Freedom!, what a great sight
Let's hope that I somehow survive another night........