Feeling dumpster

Shapeless figures

motionless people.

This world is full of performances that never end. Jump to a mask and the next, the play never ends

Keep dancing until your entire being is set on fire

Oblivious to the pain, everyone keeps going.

Keep playing pretend

The show must go on until our deaths

Such is the worlds demise

An endless performance full of superficial lessons

None can be taken as an absolute

Everyone with their role set til the end

They all play part in this madness

Why can't anyone see the worlds empty act?

Next step, next step, they all keep going motioneless

Aimlessly achieving their deaths, one by one

Never stop, never stop

"We were all born for this purpose !"

This world has gone mad

Amidst this never ending chaos I shout

Make it stop, make it stop

I cannot unsee the emptiness, the fire and the masks that switch around

Fulfilling their role to perfection, nobody stops to question

They keep going until their last breaths

Why was I born in such an empty world?

What purpose is there to exist by never being yourself?

Followers, followers, they all keep repeating their steps

Their roles filled, their eyes won't stop staring

Sitting alone, i am alone, alone in the truth of not unseeing

They are all dead, empty puppets that dance with no breath

I want to shatter this reality

Holding myself miserably there's nothing to do

I am cursed to exist amongst puppets

Human machines that just nod

I refuse to be dragged down in this show

The price to pay is too much to bear

The utter solitude that eats my soul alive

Nobody will ever see 

My beating human heart

Nobody will ever come find me in this place

I am alone, i am alone

It never stops, it will never stop

Holding myself, the tears burn every bit of my skin

So i carry the weight of my existence, i carry my cross of honesty in a world that prefers convenience ... As i remain anihilated from the world. What a burden, what a misery. I don't know if who I came to be is truly a miracle or a curse of my unwanted existence. I truly yruly loathe this world. I loathe how I am forced to exist against my will.

A heart that only knew pain and destruction can only give back what it knows

Love is an instinct that lives inside every human heart but can easily be destroyed when violence exists constantly in your life

But the heart always desires, so it tries to give love but its awkward. It mixes it all up with the agression and chaos it knew

And its depressing

To see how much destruction and pain can really destroy someone's core

Its a cycle that rarely ever ends

It pains me greatly, that in the end love truly isn't enough to save a drowning heart

The heart that yearns for love gets accustom to the horrible array of what pain brings

It doesn't know how to give back kindly

So even if it wants to give back kindly it just cant

Its a depressing fate

One that starts by an existence that wasn't even your choice

Its hard to get out of your pre conceived thoughts, of what you've learned in your life full of pain. That becomes familiar since its all you've ever had. You hold onto that knife filled with blood that with tine is not only yours but also gets stained with those of others

Its truly truly depressing

How cruel and horrible this world is

I hate that I am part of such a horrid world

It just pains me

That in the end nothing can be done

Nothing can undo years and years of trauma and pain

Nothing

Unless you decide to let go

The rage, the resentment, the fear, the insecurities, all of those negative feelings ... They dont keep you safe

Only for a nomment

Until you find yourself alone with your knife full of blood again

Endlessly wondering what even went wrong

I will never let that defeat me, because thats just the sort of person I am.

A lot stays unsaid, a lot I don't share, a lot i keep to myself.

I don't understand why.