One, one day away, one closer to the end of my nothingness, been waiting, for this day since taken from me in my oblivious state, since then... full of hate, waiting for another soul to break, to be alone with me, only me.

Seems now I can only see the future, only, future, only bleak, bleak like me.

Bleak is my concious being, they call me freak, the say they hate me, they say that i am weak, but I cannot be broken, for I am too shattered, into so many pieces, pieces of empty, only me.

I am too gone, too long, words lost all meaning, to far into what is none, my depression cannot be undone.

So weak, weak like me, hated, for my only love is the end of us, of us all, the only kindness in this world is the ending of us, us of all, see us fall, to the bottom with nothing but walls, only walls, walls of ignorance, deafen the cries of the unwanted and defeated, deafen the cries of me only me.