in the end,
we're all
reduced
to
                                                                                
                                                                           *"time of death"

Our world it bleeds
Anonymous faces are screaming
Cynicism grows like a tumor on our hearts
Our lives are constructed around our fears
We can't let our twisted Earth rule us
We can return the light to this world
Believe
Believe in yourself
Believe in others
And be free
Together we can take back our freedom
We need not be afraid

If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.

I won't smite anyone
when the wretched *****,
that is life,
comes to take what's
rightfully hers.

I won't even ask
to be forgiven
or recognized
for everything
I have done.

I hold the weight
of all whom once lied
before me.

              When can I let it go?
     When can I let go?

My pages are filled with
misery, dark drawing
pollute the pages of my
life written down, I have
been tormented through
life not anymore.

I ripped pages out to forget those
times, what was done to me, but
hate sewed the pages back in
to remind me what made me
who I have now become.

My pages are filled with rips,
the scars that I was given for
being different from you,
but those pages have healed
and I moved on.

My book is of misery, but I have
not let the past rule me, I have
turned new pages never letting
misery rule, instead I turned it
and made my self strong.

I'm sorry,
I promise
To be
A
Burden
No more.