secrets to hurting others

when we practice to deceive
what hideous things we weave
planting a bad seed
like fucking weeds

eating at our own flesh
trying to get the demons out our heads
feeling weak and broken within
oh how good we are at pretending

my chest hurts as i have no one to run to
anger flows through my bloodstream
and no one wants to help me
why must i be forever alone
this shit makes me want to just go

fuck your heavenly gates
it's done nothing for me
but give me false hope
and empty promises

we are so dangerous
so damn spiteful
what good is your bible
losing faith so nothing
is keeping me going
this is what it feels like
knowing you're going to die.

what emptiness lies within
we are so broken
no pain no ending the game
of the cruelty known as life
no one asking why i want to die

no remedies for insanity
no concrete rose
no faith and no hope
no going home.