Hey everyone, look at me! I'm a idiot that says pretty words, share poetic and "smart" things, act clever and most important of all, I feel pleasure and satisfaction whenever I get the spot light, always thirsty for attention and seeking for that sweet, sweet, dopamine...

If glued the pieces you will realize this ain't the most clever way to express pain, but let's be honest, why are you bothering about that? I know you see this and think "wow, that's something alright", but why do you hide beneath a thoughtful piece of shroud?

Let's be honest, words are supposed to be a time killer, while the clock ticks and the earth melts. Lucky are the one who can't develop a thoughtful mind, they just walk, lie and die. No big deal, right? Yeah, wait until you realize they are a rope. Now, put it around your neck.

You crawl like you actually understand where to go, now use your neurons, do you have somewhere to go? Why can't you just stay put and wait the dawn? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR, BITCH? WHO ARE YOU? For sure you ain't a fucking clown, at least clowns are able to bring joy!

Being polite is the excuse they use to keep you entertained, look around, do you actually believe someone cares about "how are you?". Poor little puppet, don't tell me you are just a toy, I want news not the daily bullshit you call "living".

It's okay to jump out the train whenever you feel like doing so, but you should think about your body, it's fragile and complex, one false step and you are done.

Keep avoiding everything, go on friend, let's see how long you can stay inside your on head, let's see your body burning, don't forget to scream outside your head, let us hear your suffer so we can laugh while you decay on your egocentric pain, go on, GRAB THAT FUCKING DAGGER!

Scream and tell me how good it feels, then try to make sure anyone can hear you, don't fool yourself, we do not care, you are just like us, selfish.

Keep running from yourself, but can't even watch your step... Pathetic, just like the people you laugh at.

You seem too runned down, don't panic, you can still die, just remember to take your time, things aren't relevant, you are just a foolish toy, just do not forget how it goes... You wake up, take your Potassium pills, get yourself ready for the daily bath of radiation, and live...

Your actions aren't relevant. Your nose ain't the center. The food is synthetic. The people are pathetic. Give yourself a break. Give the universe a favor. Do it fast. Do not let it last. Why are you here? Why do we cast? Those words are empty... Those phrases are fancy...

HA HA, look at you my dear "friend"... Take a deep breath and tell me you aren't a utter fool. Yeah, I don't think you can do that, try to remember what moves your pathetic flesh. Now you are in greater hands, AREN'T YOU? HA HA HA HA HA, TAKE A LOOK AT YOURSELF!!!

The date is set, the knife is on demand, this blood still pumping, but not for long now, great plans need a greater impact and development. Don't worry, I'll let you know if I slip before the hour, as long as you still care about my situation, Friend?..

Raised by fascists, surrounded by fascist, sounds like a fascist, act like a fascist, but only now you are asking yourself if that son of an nazi is a fascist?!

One day I will try to act like I care about your pathetic and delusional reasoning, but for now... I'm trying to kill myself, so excuse me and keep yourself together.

Feed the evil, what can go wrong? You are protected by the one above, just dive in, BITCH.

Pathetic how you get yourself stuck in narcissistic situations, but you can't even comprehend basic things anymore, you are always having mental breakdowns, and yet you can't do a simple task to free your fragile head... Remember, friends, you only need 10 seconds to block it.

Stuck by the skin you carry around, trying to find the pathetic perfection, always letting people die for your own satisfaction. Look at you, so blind and young, the lie under eyes won't save them, the words you spit aren't nice as they seem. Oh your ego... Just taste the blood.

Your hands are getting dry. Your head is a mess. The eyes can't see. The time won't last. Is true the razor? Is death your desire? Can you hear the clock? Can you feel the fire? Have them listened to the tip? Have the night faded away? Are you still reading what I had to say?

The ego you carry on your bloody hands, is the same thing you act to fight against. You lie to yourself every day saying you are clean, just the innocent human being who is "too good" to this world. But deep down, under your skin, you are and will always be part of the disease...

Don't worry, your lack of emotional strength won't show up if you always have that "especial" soul by your side, just be careful, lose yourself on an ungrateful hand, and that might be it, no hope, no help, no voice... Just shrinking into the emptiness.