In these sad days
I think about what to say, recalling my pain and sadness
These memories are destroying my will
I am lost within a shroud of darkness
I don't know what to say or how to act

I feel like going to sleep
Not because of fatigue or tiredness
Its just that in my sleep, I can rest... sometimes.
I feel dead rotten and broken, like a wreckage in the bottom
of the ocean
I feel like a rag used to clean the floor
Just like in the past

I'm getting sick of describing my sadness
I think ill enjoy better describing euphoria...
...Though I will have to learn some new vocabulary

Just thinking about this sadness binds me to the floor
Remembering my past revives it

How did this start?
Its because of my needing for some pleasure, some love

My lines are confused and my words are messy
I don't have the power to think, I don't want to
I am mumbling my heart
Geh, I feel like sleeping and never waking up

For the love of god, why do I have feelings?
Useless conditions that's slows and hurts
I can be happy without feelings, heh, an oxymoron sentence.

Now I will go to sleep, leaving my heart crying to itself
Good night, sweet dreams, sleep well, and if I will be lucky
it will last forever.