The Inside - 1. The Inside

Its sad to say,

But I don't think i'll last another day,

Everyday I know less an less,

I'm even starting to feel a little regressed.

I wake I walk I work I sleep,

I barely know my own identity,

Who am I?

Why do I cry?

Even I INHUMANE to the last atom,

Do not know why, why in the end I do not die,

My mind is blank,

Devoided of love, care and reality.

I who can not even write for myself,

Has not the right to be in this world,

As you all taunt everyday,

Satan's spawn should not live.

You are nothing but trash,

You are not loved,

You are not cared for,

You do not BELONG.

Words I hear every DAY,

Words I hear every HOUR,

Words I hear every MINUTE,

Words I hear every SECOUND.

Anyone can surely tell,

That its not just engraved in the shell,

But in the mind in the being,

Yes yes they can surely tell...

That my tale ends not nearly as well.