What is the real me?

Many people dont know what is the real me

They dont know how I feel the pain

many people misunderstand me

They dont care Even if they hurt me

I'm hiding my emotions in the darkness

Where no one can see my weakness

THe darkness is the only where

Ican hide my bloody tears

As I'm killing myself with a gun in my head

A knife to cut my throat

As I'm screaming to my disgrace

Many criticize me

But I know someday

There will be someone

Who can understand

What is the Real me...

Endless

I'm Bleeding with the pain inside me

The ghost of sorrow is haunting me

In every night I think of what will happen to me

In everyday of my life

I lay down all my senses

To fill up the pieces of me that shatter

And my heart is torn into two

Pulverized like sand

I suffer and bleed for the importance

Of my existence

So I'm asking...

Why?

Why am I here for?

What is my purpose?

Why do I Exist?

Killing in Pain

Why do I live for?

Who do I live for?

Is it for a purpose or just nothing,

Am I just living to feel all the pain,

The pain that darkens my day,

The pain that is killing me,

Killing me little by little...

Eating my soul until its gone,

Ripping it into pieces like a paper,

Why Do I live for?

Is it to die feeling all the pain

Is it just I'm living..

Just to Die...

Scream of Emptyness

My life is full of miscery

Full of pain, sorrow and uncompleteness

I'm always feeling so alone and empty

Emptyness that I want to fill up with colors

My life is such a miscery

Full of hate and suffering

I want to cut my throat

For the longingness I feel I wanna scream,

But nothing come out in my mouth

I wanna scream to my ressurrection

My faith is unknown

But this miscery...

I know ...

It will come to an end..

in the Darkness

all alone in the darkness of the room

waiting for someone to understand me

to show some care for me

to be with me

i'm all alone in the darkness

waiting for my time to come out

and show them what i've got

show them that i have the gutt's

and I have the right's to be treated

the right way

i'm in the darkness

just watching,

waiting,

hoping

and yet

DIENG!

Bleeding in Pain

I'm bleeding with the pain inside me

The ghost of sorrow is haunting me

In every night I think of what will happen to me

In everyday of my life

I lay down all my senses

To fill up the pieces of me that shatter

And my heart is torn into two

Pulverized like sand

I suffer and bleed for the importance

of my existence

So I'm asking...

Why?

Why am I here for?

What is my purpose?

Why do I exist?