Sick of it

[8xmisanthropex5]

A rare update... joy?

I will no compromise what I have done up to this point
I won't let you fuck this up for me
I have to ask,
What is it lately that you've done for me?

I'm sick of it,
this life I live.
I'm sick of it,
the guilt I feel.

You are irrelevant,
You are nothing,
You are a joke,
someone get these voices out of my head...

I'm sick of it,
this life I live.
I'm sick of it,
the guilt I feel.

"This boy's crazy"
I'm not crazy,
"This boy's suicidal"
I don't want to die,
"This boy suffers from depression"
I don't suffer.
You do.

I'm sick of it,
this life I live.
I'm sick of it,
the guilt I feel.

This gift I bring to the world,
This gift,
This gift I bring is sorrow, pain, destruction.
This gift is my curse.

I'm sick of it,
this life I live.
I'm sick of it,
the guilt I feel.

I'm sick of this,
so sick of this,
the constant burden of living life,
the constant agony,
what am I supposed to do?

I'm sick of it,
this life I live.
I'm sick of it,
the guilt I feel.

Why won't you just let it go?
Why can't you let me go?
Why won't you just let it go?
Why won't it let me go?

The vice grip of pain on my soul...