oh, how it feels wrong to even breath
a bad person like me shouldn't exist
the world wastes so much energy
for trying to keep me alive
when all i ever want
is to not

can you feel the lack of air around me
warning you to not come any closer
but yet you come and make me sad
for not being able to give you all you deserve
can't you see: i'm a poison, i can only make you feel worse

if i only could give this chance to be alive and create something beautiful
for someone who would appreciate and cherish it
i would
with every inch of my body
i would

i'm just tired of not being happy
because i should be happy - everyone should be happy
and it seems so hard
that i'd rather be dead than try