10/08/10.2

Sometimes I feel so alone, so different...
I'd rather not exist.
The sweet release of a human combustion seduces my mind,
but when I realize I'm thinking that I feel so strange, not myself.
I look at the people around me.
I feel invisible to them,
So far away yet so close.
I'm afraid of dying young,
I'm afraid of living this way.
With a wasted yet radiant energy.
My head aches, it's so full of nothing and everything.
Good Lord don't let me die.
Good Lord don't let me suffer anymore.
It aches from the moment I feel the light of a new day,
A new that that seems so old,
a feeling that feels so rotten,
so asfixiating, suffocating...