"A Poem" by Dying Slow

I don't really know what sorry means
All this years bowing in front of queens
I'm fed up by all this rejection
I need a permanent solution
Your words pretending
This must come to an ending
Only you provide these symptoms that i show
Only some god will lead the way to go
So much is lost,no voice of sympathy
I suffer too much to ever reach serenity
All alone beside myself
With no one to bother and help
Divided we stand
As i drown in quick sand
Are you forever-loss of purpose in a passive life?
Are you forever-scared of the sharp point of my knife?
And my blood runs cold
For all the dignity i sold
All i need is a simple excuse
To stop the laughters that amuse
I can't see much hope in what lays broken
I can't believe what's been read or spoken
In all honesty
As i hang from a tree
All i need is a true belief
As i run away from my life like a thief
Then i'll just fade away
As my blood turns into grey