Life feels so Grey and useless without drugs..
Feel my self empty, in my darkness thoughs
Don't know why people are so bored and dark.
Life your way, do what u want, but Dont fuck me in present and past..
Blackest than black
I prefer live in my special colorfull mood.
That was what save me, from give up and suicide myself
What it rest?
Feel everything, saying anything.
stay in silence. Be quiet.
Dying slowly and painfull in paradise with Grey rainbows.
But so apparently quite and in fake peace.
Sometimes it's like nobody's thinks about how is to be like me.
Plastic hapiness
Who knows
Life sucks anyway
Who cares? Not here, not there, not anywhere.
