• all alone in this world of mine,
    where sadness is ever devine,
    always present and held near,
    welcoming warm fears endear,

    who do i have but myself?
    nobody to really talk to,
    nobody who really cares,
    why shoulod i stay in a world so alone?

    i want death to stroke my heart,
    take all this pain and sadness and tear my sould apart,
    why should i stay?
    i feel i should go,
    life would be easier for me alone.

    no more sad days,
    no more lonely nights,
    no more unessesary fights.
    this world of mine is a world of depression,
    springing out like an obscene obsession.

    why cant i let go?
    why do you stay?
    any words i cannot say will reamain forever in this brain of mine,
    feeling sadness,
    and pain devine...