To feel lost, to feel alone, empty, misunderstood
I am an alien to myself, the greatest kind of solitude
The one which makes you to want to run away from yourself.
Days are the same, meaningless, nights are like hell, and her demons torment me.
Perhaps death is but the gateway to new life.
What is living when everything seems intolerable?
I wish I was like them, familiar to the word happy
Familiar to feel love
And capable to love another
How lost are those like I
Lacking in everything that makes one human,
Believing in death, hating life
I long for that day when the reaper comes to take my hand
For our first and final dance
As we waltz to the dark abyss, it will be with delight
For then I will surely experience living