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Fragments of something that used to be whole,

Another trap to call my own,

Desperation has become my home,

Everyone around me erased my soul.



I just don’t want to breathe anymore,

I don’t want to see whatevers in store,

For me.

To have to learn, communicate, breed,

Couldn’t I do something else?

To have to wear a suit and a smile,

I could never be on top of the world,

I would not want to live that lie,

So it seems its do or die.



The maze in which I wonder,

Has turned its back on me,

Its colours distract me, they call out to me,

They make it hard for me to think or see,

I’m one of those I used to pity,

Another body in another city,

Who drags their feet, with tired eyes.



I don’t want to merge into this city,

Just a fish deep in a polluted sea,

Please don’t take away my dignity,

Let me keep what’s left of me.

I hurt too much to make it through,

Going through all these stupid motions,

I don’t feel like I’ll ever make it,

I hurt too much to make it through,

Please let me keep what’s left of me,

Please keep what’s left of you.