Enslaved In The Mind For Longing Days

Miserable Is The Slowly Ticking Time

Alone At Points When Needing Help

Dragging

Everything Deeper Down

A Little Life Left To Slip Through Fingers Upon The Ground

Bending Down To Pick It Up, Nothing Left, Blown Away

Sympathy Not There For The Sickness

Complaining Of The Saddened Times

Desolate Urges Only For Surviving

The Ways Of

Life Untimely Change

An Attempt To Upstand All

To Only Downgrate The Self

Pushing Self-Esteem Lower In The Dirt

Decaying Soil,

Unalert Life

A Day Older For Dying Inside

Blame Everyone But Yourself

Help Being Tired, No Acceptance

Ending Your Life Would

Be The Best

Enslaved In The Mind For Days

Miserable Is The Time

All Alone At Points When Needing Help

Dragging Everything

Down

Sympathy Not There

Complaining Of The Saddened Times

Desolate Urges Only For The Ways Of Untimely Change

Numbered Are The Days, Same As The Slow Moving Hands Of Time

Longing Hours Of Sense Trapping The Self Into Misery

Line Your

Head With The Loaded Drug

Content To Live The Silver Red

Weak And Utterly Stupid Accusations

Not A Single Voice There To Help

This Time

Care For The Pathetic Bitching Of Worries Exist

Time Has Come To Let This Senseless Waste Pass

Care For Pathetic

Worries Will Never Exist

Not A Single Voice There To Help This Time

Weak And Utterly Stupid Accusations Of Discomfort

Pathetic

Bitch