• Every day that passes feels like a slow death,
    No matter how hard I try nothing makes me happy,
    Not life, not friends, nor the thought of the end.

    I am hated by everyone who has the misfortune of meeting me,
    I’m beginning to think that everyone would be happier if I were dead,
    Everyone’s lives would be easier and less complicated.

    I wish I were never born, I wish I never existed,
    I’m just a hollow man, no soul, no heart, no feelings for anyone,
    Nothing at all to live for.

    Living brings me nothing but pain,
    Me being allowed to live on is the worst judgment I’ve ever known,
    If justice were done, I would have been gone from this Earth a long time ago.

    Your so called “god” does nothing to ease the pain,
    He just sits there and laughs, as if my life is a joke,
    If he truly cared, he’d end my wretched existence.

    Maybe I should end it myself,
    Maybe I should take matters into my own hands and blow my brain out,
    Or maybe a slow death would be more fitting, so I can feel the pain I cause others.

    I try as hard as I can to change,
    To be a better person,
    But no matter what I do, someone gets hurt in the end.

    My meaningless existence brings too much pain to bear,
    I put people through pain when I try to bring them happiness,
    Happiness, I’m starting to think it doesn’t really exist.

    I’m a monster, the absolute worst thing to happen upon Earth,
    Unlovable, is a word that’s been used to describe me,
    Someone that doesn’t deserve life.

    Every time someone gets close to me, they get hurt,
    Every time I get close to someone it makes me pray for death,
    For their comfort and happiness I distance myself, no matter how much it hurts.