I feel so alone,
So trapped inside,
I've got no place to go,
I've got no place to hide,
Something inside me,
Feels sore and broken,
I've been gasping for air,
Someone help me, I'm choking,
I've got nothing left,
For me to stay,
It's just that life,
Should not have to be this way,
So im ending it here,
It's the way it has to be,
My life has ended,
And so has my misery.

Close your eyes, tilt your
head back. You won't remember
That your life's off track

She doesn't know why
She's the sort of person
Who converse with inanimate objects.
She can't (help) but call for the razor
Whenever she's in deep confusion.

She's not the sort of person
Who is able to use verbiages at her fingertips.
The tune her fingers play
Doesn't portray
Phantoms in (her) head.

(She)'s the sort of person
Who loves coffee and the morning sun.
But she's also the sort of person
Who hates her own existence
And find that she's no good for life.

She's the sort of person
Who doesn't believe that people care
For everyone who said that
either left
Or (wants to leave).

(She) didn't meant to be annoying
Nor did she wanted to be so disgusting.
She hated putting that cold metal
Against her skin which was warm with life.
She hated sticking *******
Down her only throat.
She merely (need)ed something
To take the pain away.
Her only wish was (salvation);
She's been held captive by her mind.

(C.C)

Fear lives within me
It creates excuses
Do I even possess courage
Or am I mistaking it
for Stupidity
Impulsive to a point
Responsible to a downfall
A stick stuck in the mud
of righteousness oozing with
The Past
Am I afraid to fail?
or afraid to fall?