How?

Once in my life,
I would like to understand my role.
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to be?
Again, I feel like I'm in the wrong place.
Not doing what I should be doing.
Wasted knowledge.
Train of life passing by.
I've made history, yet no one knows.
How my talent can be measured,
If no one knows what I've done?

Scars

I a made of scars
Stitch me again
I'm still bleeding
Remind me of blades and rain
Yes I made of scars
Pain is daily meal

Dying in the cold

Lost, alone
Crying out in the cold
Cheap whisky to warm me
Hating myself for what I am

I'm the ghost of myself
A soulless shadow
For the first time, I'm afraid
Just shoot me and let me be
'Caus yes I love you,
Yet I'm a waste

Broken

They didn’t break me. I am broken.

Fuck you all

Fuck you all, and nightmare,
Hitting life with my bare hands.
I need a voice to release myself
From this cage

Seriously,
Fuck you all, I don't fucking care,
I've seen death, on my doorstep.
Almond scent, cyanide gas
Anger, in my glass

I feel my world break
Like an old bread
Hard to see clear
Is it me?
Is it ire?

Adrenaline
Painkilling anger
The machine is on
Rest assured,
It won't be long.
A split second,
To split your skull.
Blood filled eyes
Fuck this life

Pain

A sensation that was persecuted endlessly
Exterminated by the structured war machine
I will remember, let the story be told
To realize how I lost my humanity

All that I have left inside is a soul that's filled with emptiness
The brave society, didn't end up killing me
Scream with me, never again

Full of broken friends
I cannot repair
Beneath the fall of time
The feelings disappear
I am someone else
Still I'm not right here

Everything good I've done
Goes away, in the end
Pain is my burden
The fiend resting in my head
Will follow me
To my grave