Some People.

Some People; No Armour.

Some people aren't using any defences for protection, 

They just don't have defence as an honest intention, 

Sometimes they've been destroyed so there's nothing left. 

Maybe they tried and were just left alone, left bereft, 

Like me, I tried to be human, I tried to become normal, 

But after all of this fighting I learnt one thing, I'm mortal.

I can die and I will one day, I lost all of my interest in life, 

And I started to live my life on the edge of a sharp knife.

I made a couple of deals with the devil, sold my soul twice, 

I'm a liar, a cheater, you should all know I don't play nice, 

Cos I sit here, reading your thoughts as easy as a book, 

And no one ever thinks about it or gives me a second look,

"I know there's a lot more to you then most people see", 

Well... Maybe, just maybe, if I ask, you could show me? 

I don't see anything more then what they all see in my eyes, 

But maybe I can see past all the things I've said, those lies, 

I can see the dead girl inside, the one that used to care, 

Until I realized that I was never first choice, I was a spare, 

I couldn't cope with my fiery heart, cold burning inside, 

All of my anger, hate, sickness and pain, I couldn't hide.

I began to hate everything, including myself. I hated living. 

Because I realized that life is purely, solely, unforgiving. 

Everything good is destroyed, the only truth is death, 

So now I hope that each time I breathe, it's my last breath.

I just want to die more then I want to live, it's a sick dream, 

And I never tell anyone because of how crazy I'll seem, 

But death is easier then this painful, tormented existence. 

Life seems to cling to me with a very annoying persistence.