I don't want to die. I just don't want to live. My sins are heavier Than childhood tricks. Is life's light worth The inner darkness, Or is it worthless to try? I don't want to die. The sun is still bright in the sky. It's slowly destroyed By a person's crime. I forgave him, But it's too late to cry. I don't want to live. Life's cruel clasps. If death's gift Is an angel's hug, My soul could fly From my demon's drugs. I don't want to die. I just don't want to live. Was I chosen To bear this misery? Am I enough, Or will it finish my history? Can I survive? May I heal? Might I find happiness Just to know it's real? Or should I suffer For being here?