No one reads this junk anyway.

Trapped inside this well of anguish
Tears erupt from just above the surface
Not actually touching the raging emotion.
How has this lame excuse of a woman existed for over 18 years?
By the strategy of a leech. Pure uselessness.
Is there nothing I can properly do?
Nothing I can correctly say?
No one reads this junk anyway.
Beautiful music? I can't even play.
I laze and sleep to waste the day.
What's the use of surviving on
If I'm not a daughter who pleases her father?
Not a girl who can care for her parents' work
A simple duty not fulfilled
Why live on? Yeah, why indeed?
I hear the comforting devil's voice soothe over the storm.
Why should i continue in this meaningless transitory phase?
Perhaps if i could strangle myself to death
Or rip my flesh into a million pieces,
Or cease in some new conceivable method that tortures slowly
Have it your way, fast or slow it doesn't matter.
As long as i depart and never return
Don't try to resuscitate me -- there'll be no point.
There is one thing that stops me though.
You are still here, if i stay or go
And because of you i will not leave.
The one thing that keeps me sane in this world
You ought to know, is you.
For that, have my life.