3 September 2012
I can't stop crying, but I guess it's my fault for lying.
I sit here at night, letting my thoughts take over me, not being able to find the light.
I'm being destroyed by my own brain, and I can't do anything about it, it's too late.
I'm tormented and tortured, but it's all my fault.
I've let everything take hold of me, and now it's controlling.
I now see everything differently, I don't deserve to be happy.
I'm a disappointment, no one really wants me.
I'm lost and broken, but nothing can help me.
Destroyed And Tormented • Opuss № I