Every waking moment, hard.

I have prayed so long for respite.

And this Hell has left me scarred.

Everyone is fucking evil and they aren’t even trying.

You try to trust a person but then all you get is lying.

If I had a million dollars I would’ve shared it with the fools

Because even though they’re evil all that I know is being good.

I wish that you could live this life — it’s hard to even live

When you’d MUCH prefer not living but all you know to do is give.

Every word I write is painful—.

Every expressed feeling hard.

I’ve groveled for relief, my friends, 

It hurts right in my heart.

If anyone but me was forced to live within this brain

They’d probably be an axe murderer or some form of insane.