Feeling myself rip in two, just so I can show what I'm feeling inside.
Seeing those two parts do great things even if it's not what I want.
The first part of me creates this miraculous beauty.
Where as the second part of me destroys everything just to make everyone see his pain.
And I hate it...but yet I still love it.
It's just the fact that everybody knows my pain, knows my suffering.
And this really scares me.
I don't want to see myself change into this, but rather into the self that creates beauty.
But I see it slip away every single day.
And I try to fight it, but at the end of the day I wonder to myself if it's worth fighting.
I wonder if it would be better just to succumbed to the that darkness.
And in that thought I find an unknown bliss.
But in the light of it all I find a great happiness.
But I think if I'm even worthy of this happiness, seeing that life has never been kind to me.
It makes me wonder if I'm just meant to be an example to others and not have happiness myself.
And in this confusion I don't know what to do.
I just want to let myself rip in two sometimes, so I can let them dispute it out, and I can sleep...forever.
And all this make me realize I hate my life, I hate it all...and just sometimes really, really want it to burn to the ground...just to watch it burn.
And then it suddenly hit me...I've gone insane.
Seeing those two parts do great things even if it's not what I want.
The first part of me creates this miraculous beauty.
Where as the second part of me destroys everything just to make everyone see his pain.
And I hate it...but yet I still love it.
It's just the fact that everybody knows my pain, knows my suffering.
And this really scares me.
I don't want to see myself change into this, but rather into the self that creates beauty.
But I see it slip away every single day.
And I try to fight it, but at the end of the day I wonder to myself if it's worth fighting.
I wonder if it would be better just to succumbed to the that darkness.
And in that thought I find an unknown bliss.
But in the light of it all I find a great happiness.
But I think if I'm even worthy of this happiness, seeing that life has never been kind to me.
It makes me wonder if I'm just meant to be an example to others and not have happiness myself.
And in this confusion I don't know what to do.
I just want to let myself rip in two sometimes, so I can let them dispute it out, and I can sleep...forever.
And all this make me realize I hate my life, I hate it all...and just sometimes really, really want it to burn to the ground...just to watch it burn.
And then it suddenly hit me...I've gone insane.
