"Giving is better than receiving," true.
My loving attention has been gifted.
Striving to be there for all, even you,
but... my sunken heart is not lifted.
My present is snatched, taken for granted.
I lay forever on empty, dying.
Knowing you never cared when I ranted,
I've come to believe everyone is lying.
My soul goes out during the hardest times
to help, but leaves lonely me to wither.
My love, my friend, please give me a small sign
that what I do is worth more than litter.
My heart sinks deeper, my passion fading
as I sit in growing darkness, waiting.
Restrained, laying as if I'm dead
Hurting, battles rumble in my head
Locked, feelings are a closed book
Nothing, what is seen when I try to look
Trembling, reflecting on mistaken ways
Hopeless, light fading as I count the days
Desperate, yet too selfless to give it away
Alone,the nightmare that it's okay
I feel like there are two times
Eroding my life away
With one passing at a global scale
And the other day-by-day
As i frantically try to keep my life afloat
Stressfully seeking what should come first
My mind is constantly preoccupied
With how long i will remain on this earth
I strive to be the best i can be
Praying that things get better with the worse
But day-by-day the signs say much otherwise
And have convicted me with this curse
There seems to be no one i know
Who can help with this unjust situation
As i cry my eyes out and make myself sick
While searching in empty desperation
And as the times tick away
While my heart is repeatedly fi
Yo estaba deprimido
cuando rompiste conmigo.
Tú me dijo que
yo no era suficiente.
No suficiente?
Yo estaba enamorada contigo
y te di todo mi amor.
Más que nadie.
Más que tú.
Pero no era suficiente?
Yo tengo no idea que hacer
conmigo mismo ni contigo.
Yo no hago nada
porque estoy muy triste.
Yo no como y no duermo.
Yo no hablo y yo no lloro.
Yo no hago nada...
...porque sin ti, yo soy nada.
Keep away from me;
I don't know you anymore.
I'm sick of wasting my breaths on you,
on someone who won't appreciate them.
I still gave you my love
and on last sight
you threw it all away.
Now what am I supposed to do?
Forgive you? and take you back?
No no no, you've got it all wrong.
That's not how it should have ended
but you chose that ending.
And yet you want me to crawl back,
back into your clutches you call
friends.
I know I'm easy
but I'm certainly not stupid.
You know what you've done to me.
You left me with nothing.
I am nothing now.
Just go,
go on ahead and leave me.
But please-
erase the thought from your mind
that I will ever l
Isolation.
To other's,
it's a man's cure.
"They need time alone."
They'll say anything
to make it sound okay.
They all believe
that this time deserted
gives them the opportunity
to clear their mind.
Yet, what happens
when the mind becomes clear?
The slight cleansing
is quickly whisked away
as horrors of past
become thoughts at present.
A man's worst enemy
is his own heart;
his weakest state
is when he's abandoned.
His thoughts and feelings
turn against him
and fly himself
into the ground below.
Who's the savior?
Who's to help?
No one.
There is no one.
He's by himself.
He's burning
in his own flames,
ones made
by his own fuel;
his own self