MY PRESENT I DEFINE

All the angers inside are built,
sometimes they try to crawl out of my skin.
I feel like I'm gonna break,
forgive me for loving you;
forgive me for my sin.
Sun is getting old like my pain,
moon's breaking apart like me.
No matter how hard I try,
I'm always the one to be blamed.
My heart deep down inside is starting to hate humanity.
I found myself with hatred and depression.
Insanity and fantasy only keep my days going.
I'm sick and tired of people and stupid humiliation.
All these words won't even covered the struggles that I'm facing.
Sometimes I just feel like want to commit suicide,
feel like leaving my body on the ground and the world all behind.
My head is all spinning...
I don't know what to do or decide.
This is my present and this is how I'll define....