Drained from Suicidal Thoughts

Ruined souls, empty inside without a reason Spirits drain and killed myself Useless thoughts as misunderstood Supid life tortured by a bad gate A closed gate closed that dazzles us for ever give us an explanation Destroys us and hates us Mangled corp

Scrutinizing the death that is coming to get us Final seconds ending and deleted from our own fear Killed slowly from my phobia of losing forever this shitty life this spirit that soothes the dying hope For help, look in the midst of this dying life