i am not happy .
inner cry's about ,
what i'm going through.
or that i can't get rit of ,
this bad , sad thoughts.

not ready to laugh ,
because it would feel fake.
but if i think about it then ,
is everything fake about me.

filthy tears are coming ,
right out of my eyes.
with an bit of junk ,
that i'm holding inside of me.

i'm not worth an thing ,
just a piece of rotten blood.
stupid joke's i make only ,
to cover up my fears ,
tears , pain , and wounds.

currently not available ,
an cure to stop this aching.
but when will it end ,
i'll never know.
i can't wait any longer ,
so i'll try to find my own solution.

did i ever do any good,
well i don't think so .
i'm the devil in person.
people hate me they don't ,
like me that much.

not so comfortable feeling .
they don't welcoming me.
they don't want me at all.
i'm not wished in this world.
and slowly i disepear.

piece by piece
cry for cry
cut for cut
drup for drup
blood is dripping out of my body

sorry dat ie zo lang mijn excuus daar voor