Sometimes I feel so alone
Its like everyone left a long time ago
Its like a hole in my shoe
Or maybe a hole in my soul
I really don’t know what to say
Nor do others
That’s why I don’t share my pain
How do I describe those clutters?

To die for is a lie
To live for is a joke
But what’s that to me
My life is perfect
Still i feel so broke
The heart aches
But more does this mind
I’m tired of convincing myself
That ending it all is a mistake.
Just like all the other mistakes of my life.