Maybe you’re right

Im feeling miserable I'm feeling worthless I feel like I'm nothing, nothing to care for
As I'm a sewer rat I'm dead for the outcome

(Lift me as you do with many darkened stars i move cut off the wires to my brain and cry as if you knew. Blacken the light bulbs and tighten the rope knock down the chair for now I have all lost hope. Tell me time is flexible but so much time and thought squeezed around my neck I struggled to breath and it took time that is so stiff in every second that my thought struggle to bend I was dead likе the dull stars that struggle to live.)