The End

All that has been forced into this brain for so long is trash,

How will "2 2=4" help me in life?

But look who's talking, someone who fails even at that-

I've grown used to laughing at my own strife.

I know what is waiting for me,

A piece of chocolate and a future being woven by someone else 

What am I going to do about it?

All I can do is stuff my head with all the ways I can kill myself.

This monochrome puppet life is something I've known since the very first day-

And though it fills my veins to the brim with red hot anger,

The owners have never really cared and all I can do is raise the gun to my head,

Yet why does my brain stop me from pulling the trigger?

Can someone put me to sleep already?

I don't want to listen to this anymore, life's constant chaotic symphony,

Killing myself has become something of a fantasy

Is it too late to quit? This train is bound for a story drenched in tragedy

Look at me,

How did it ever come down to this?

Look at me,

A coward who can't even slit her wrists.

Look at me,

All I can do is fantasize about suicide,

Look at me,

Lacking the courage to even plunge the knife

How meaningless, how weary I've grown,

I don't want to do this anymore,

Even if I were to die no one will mourn

My voice will always be ignored...

Look at me,

Eventhough I want to say goodbye

All this useless attention seeker can do is hide the screams and cry,

Look at me,

Eventhough I want stop this horror ride,

All I can do is think about it just as I've been doing my entire life.