Why do we shoot ourselves?

The truth is that I am fake
I destroyed myself in such a way
Death can come and my soul take
There is nothing left to say.

More than one lives in me
To seek love that for me was meant.
They should open their eyes and see
But they’re so spiteful they can’t.

My soul’s shattered and broken
By their bare hands they did this.
I’m left here like a painful burden
Without the one I want to kiss.

This world will break and twist
Your own soul till it can fit
In their malicious and deadly list
Of perfect shells without a slit.

They’re all artificial and empty covers
That will erase the free spirit
Of all the ones that can’t discover
The way out from this hideous bullet.

Now I’ll vanish and there’s no time
There’s no pulse for you to redeem
And all that’s left is like a chime
The sweetness of the Pure One’s scream.