Awake

Every night, I lie awake,
want to change, not to be fake.
It feels like no one cares about me,
Just want to die, don't want to be alive.Sadness is always in my heart,
just want to end and die, just want to start over.
I want to be accepted for who I am,
I wish someone out there could understand.
I ask myself “When will death come upon me”
I just want to jump, jump off dramatically

Reporting my reality

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I'm just reporting my reality,
although there are some things I cannot except
With bowed head I stagger to these things around,
knowing that sometimes one is not enough to make a change
One is not enough to make a lost nature to be found

I'm just reporting my reality,
which isn't so great after all
When I compare all the good to the bad,
I know that whoever created us in the end,
failed at being a good person or had just given up by being sad

I'm just reporting my reality,
with people who have the wrong power or behaviour
People who don't ever get any respect from me
I am only a number in this big, big world
where I can put a signature on a piece of paper that says "I don't agree"

I'm just reporting my reality,
when people say "isn't the human race great?"
I don't always know how to respond
But then I think of all the things I don't agree with
and just say "well, I'm not that fond"