Poeme : Kirai Is Back !

It’s always gonna be the same thing, always gonna be the same line
They tell me it just can’t go on, every single fucking time
And yet I try to do my best,
At being better than the rest
But fail again, and again, and always
And then with me this depression stays

Well fuck this stuff ! I won’t hang on !
I’ll sculpt my wrists till the skin is gone !
But I won’t care ! And nor will you !
No one will care… You know it’s true.

They say they do, they’ll help me through
They’ll help me hold on, but they is who ?
Cause I see no one here, by my side
When present and past come and collide ! ?

Well fuck them all, I don’t need help.
Living in this sadness is all I ever felt
Until the day you were here, I never felt any better…
I don’t mean to be stupid… Kirai’s back as a controller.

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Kirai is back D : I needa get rid of him again >. < It’ll be alot harder this time, since he knows how to break me : S But I’m hoping ! And holding on ! : D I’m trying hard for all those who care

itεs alwε ɡɔna bə tə samə tiŋ, alwε ɡɔna bə tə samə linə
te tεll mə it ʒyst kante ɡo ɔ̃, əvəʁi sɛ̃ɡlə fykiŋ timə
ɑ̃d iε i tʁi to do mi bεst,
a bɛ̃ɡ bεte tɑ̃ tə ʁεst
byt faj aɡɛ̃, ɑ̃d aɡɛ̃, ɑ̃d alwε
ɑ̃d tɛ̃ wit mə ti dəpʁesjɔ̃ stε

wεll fyk ti styf ! i wɔnte-ɑ̃ɡ ɔ̃ !
iεl εl skyl mi wʁist tij tə skɛ̃ is ɡɔnə !
byt i wɔnte kaʁə ! ɑ̃d nɔʁ wij iu !
no ɔnə wij kaʁə… iu knɔw itεs tʁy.

te sε te do, tεjεl εl εlp mə tʁuɡ
tεjεl εl εlp mə ɔld ɔ̃, byt te is wo ?
kozə i si no ɔnə əʁə, bi mi sidə
wɛ̃ pʁəze ɑ̃d past kɔmə ɑ̃d kɔlidə ! ?

wεll fyk tεm al, i dɔnte nid εlp.
liviŋ ɛ̃ ti sadnεsz- is al i əve fεlt
œ̃til tə dε iu wəʁə əʁə, i nəve fεlt ani bεte…
i dɔnte məɑ̃ to bə stypid… kiʁεεs bak a a kɔ̃tʁɔle.

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kiʁε is bak de : i nida ʒεt ʁid ɔf im aɡɛ̃ sypeʁjœʁ. ɛ̃feʁjœʁ itεl εl bə alo-aʁde ti timə, sɛ̃sə ə knɔwz- ɔw to bʁəak mə : εs byt iεm ɔpiŋ ! ɑ̃d ɔldiŋ ɔ̃ ! : de iεm tʁiiŋ-aʁ fɔʁ al tozə wo kaʁə