Alien 2.

My mental capacity for all that I've endured it closing. 
I'm fading. 
Fading into a black bliss. 
With no love. 
Funny how I find happiness in a place where love is extinct. 

I find happiness in a place with the lack of what most people call happiness. 
Why?
Because it isn't real. 

Love isn't real. 

People will fucking tell you it and then rip your fucking heart out. 

Give the fuck up. 

You're better than the ones who dedicate their lives to saying I love you, only to break that promise later on. 

So mentally disturbed my past, 
No longer wanting to continue. 
I just want it to end fast. 
That's all I ask. 

Why can't I have my way?
Why do I feel?
Why does it hurt everyday?
I can't fucking heal. 

Just take me away. 
End it now. 
Never another day,
In my sunken depression. 

Oh wait, I'm an alien, remember?
And other I need is that other one. 
I've found you. 
Yes, it's true. 
Too bad it's not real for you. 
Because I know what I have is true.