aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

painful addiction

Love, I’m addicted to it
Still getting none
I crave for it and love everyone to get the same back
But suffering is what I get in return

Strange thing it is to get addicted to pain
But that’s what I’m comprised of
It outlines my life, limits it
Flowing in my veins

My life this thing drives
Being addicted to smokes
Is what makes me survives
It’s the only thing which loves and relieves my pain
Turning into ashes
And never complains

Maybe also addicted to her eyes
They give me pain
Sufferings
Feeling of guilt
And a reason to survive