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Alone in the dead of night,
I sit here looking up at the moon and stars,
And ponder...
If death would be,
That bitter sweet relief I been dreaming about...
With all these pills in my hand,
And the alcohol here...
Nothing seems to take away the pain...
This pain I feel tears my soul apart,
Leaving me with nothing....
But this empty shell of a person I once was
And it eats away at my heart,
Which is shattered in 1,000 peices...
The days quickly turn into nights
And the months just bink into years a a wink of a eye...
I'm not as strong as you think I am,
And I'm nothing like the person you thought I was...
The torturing pain is killing me inside,
Would death the answer I'm looking for??
I hear the voices of my friends calling me to come back,
But the pain and suffering I been though is just to much to handle anymore...
No one sees but I'm slowly dieing inside,
And there is no way to turn back...
What if death would be better?