If I was worth some sick piece of this world,

Why am I here to taint other people,

Can you please tell me what.

I can do to be not me?

Whatever I do, it’s not enough to be like you,

Not enough to make you like me,

So what’s the point of being me,

If I fail in you?

Never enough, I’m sorry but I can’t seem to go on,

It’s time for me to forfeit this game,

Take away my will to live,

Because I’m just a shell of the past!

Since to live is to think I think that I should not think,

It seems to color my world,

Dark black everywhere,

Bring in the blinding white!