Incurable

I hate myself. I want to hide.
I'm slowly killing my soul inside.
I'm sick and looking for a cure
To be again pristine and pure.

Just stuck inside a circumstance
As real victim of defense
I'm always living under fears
And sinking in the sea of tears.

I'm slowly drowning in a vain
With all confusion and my blame.
Just miserable, poor worm
Who crawling to a muddy dawn.

And I don't know who am l
In all the world, in all your eye?
For spiders I'm just a meal:
It is my fortune, it's my deal.

So, could I ever win this game,
A man without any name?
I had a simple inner way.
(It's still repeated day by day).

So everybody want you hurt.
Emotions come and then desert.
When all of people in despair
I live my life without a care.

I’m beating just around the bush
And let myself for someone’s push.
The pain and the creeping feeling:
They shouldn't make such things concealing.

I hate this world. I nearly died
From slow motion suicide.
Strong ribbon tightens round throat
And makes my body feeling cold.

Completely ruined all my dreams
I find my soul full of screams.
I'm falling down in the gutter
As simple awful motherfucker.