Frustration

I'm just thinking about my life, why am I feeling this Way

Feeling ill up all the time, and my mind feel like it's Just rotting, decomposing like a corpse

And here I am just trying to make something of life, Of course

All that's fake is just pretend, all this pain that never Ends, all of this frustration

From all the things that'll never be

And here I am just not involved, all these things Inside my blood, written up inside

My code

And I just fold, and forget about past times, rewind, Search to find a reason to strive

To stay alive

Like a knife, like a knife in my neck, like a cutthroat, Doing this shit, feeling like