Your Perception is Bent Out.

Suicides my eyes
I breathe in anger and stress that deceives me blind
Behind those eyes, I am not fine.
Often mistaken and often taken for granted
Fuck the world
Everyone wants to get fucked up on drugs, alcohol, and porn
A bunch of addicts preaching about whats right
A bunch of addicts judging others lives
What are we? Who are we?
Aimlessly mislead and misguided individuals
Blind to the truth
Blind and speaking about things without proof
Give me a gun so I can shoot myself into a pool of blood
Let my body decompose into that black blood stenched bath of dead whores
Make the confusion stop
Make these dark thoughts not limit me into doubts
I am a good person
Some people don't see that
Some see bad, but always misunderstand when I'm mad
Mad at the world.
Mad at myself.
Mad that I can't live and think like a normal man in this world.
Shut up Allen.
Enough is a enough.
They tell me to think positive.
I try and try, I keep practicing...
Must I keep trying in order for me to just be?
I'm tired. I want it to stop.
I'm not free.