Ache, anger, and then pain.
I'm suffering yet again, can I say that I'm surprised?
I'm sleeping forever in black, slipping into final peace,
And I can't seem to find a way out.

But do I want to? Truly, do I want to?

I hear your words,
But they are still lost on me.
What do you want me to do?
They're just some annoying buzzing sound in my ears.

There is no meaning to your words. I am now blocking you out.

They've become so monotonous,
And I've all but slipped into a coma.
I can't hear your words,
They are just echoes in my skull,
Lost. For they have no meaning now.

And neither do you. Your life is too composed of joy. Of lies.
Don't buy into your own lies.
There is no joy, there is only pain.

Varying, spread out. Deaths, losses, bankruptcy, jail.
Life isn't what you think it is. It's worse, much worse. There are worse things than being mugged on the street. Than being kicked in a very painful place. People have been kicked there, and the pain has never gone away. Life is temporary, pain, unfortunately, is everlasting.

It has no meaning to us, life.

Our parents tell us fairytales about magical places. Pixie Hollows, Neverland, all those perfect places that you can always want to exist, but that never will.

Life doesn't work like that. Daydream all you want, life doesn't work like that.

And you may see that yet. It may take a while, but you'll come to see that, yet. Life doesn't work like that. So brace yourself. For yourself, your lover. Your children. Brace yourself for everything.

Because life doesn't work like that.