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?

burnt life

A man is burning all the time

Using air, staying alive

A man is burning all the time

Particles in and particles out

More energy to scream and shout

Into the lungs and pumped through the pipe

Throughout the body to decay and die

Forgetting, unaware, laughing and learning

Enjoying the stay while everyone else is burning

Fire here and fire there but not a spark to be felt

Fire fire all around but not a heart will melt

Using others gaining heights

To burn more they try

More sufferings, more oxidation and heart beats with better rate

Burning flashing and gazing till every unit evaporates

Till nothing is left behind to burn

Till it's late

Till anyone one has a reason to hate

Till it's late