Misery...

my bones may brake...
my flesh my bleed...

say what you must
because I can't trust you any more
as i sit in this misery
you sit in your perfect world
nothing I do is right...

so every night i debate...
whether or not 2 slit my wrists...
waiting for a sine from some 1...

and yet all i get is this...
all of this hate..

my fate...is nothing but this misery....

Dein Glück ist nicht mein Glück(Your happiness is not my happiness)




death is a gift...
all the faith in the world can't save you.
so go ahead tie that grab that knife.

end your pitiful life...
and remember as the blood runs down your arm....

remember all the people that your saying buh bye to...
all the people you hate...
and now you can watch them suffer and slowly die...

knowing thier fate...
burning in hell as your blood boil’s






and you thought you knew pain...