What do I do now?
I've taken the final step, I'm Here!
Was it worth it, to end the world?
My World?

What if I did?
What if, as if Lucifer saw fit,
the blade cut through?
Would I be missed?

What do I do now?
I've tried everything, but I'm still here.
Here on this place I used to call home,
though I've always felt behind bars.

What do I do now?
My life is the same.
Do I try again?
Is it even worth living?

What do I do now?
Do I dig as deep as the well goes
to extract what little strength is left
so I may continue?
Is it even worth it?

What do I do now?
my friends are gone.
My family is gone.
I'm all that's left.

Sometimes I wish
the blade did it's job
so I can finally be at peace.

Is it true? Am I really alone?
There are people around me,  but the sun hasn't shown
that they can be good, hell they can be great,
but sometimes the people, with hearts full of hate,
feel that the only answer is to hurt one another;
a sister beats sister and a brother kills brother.
This is who we are: monsters inside.
the feeling of hate is one we must abide.
So Am I alone? Has the monster not won?
Are there good people out there, though little to none
When the day comes that my death shall be nigh,
The monsters that make people monsters will die.

You were all I had.
Everything I had ever asked for, hoped for.
Everything I had dreamed so long for,
and I threw it all away.

What was I thinking
when I said you weren't beautiful enough for me?
I was such a fool to think you were nothing
less than Perfection.

What a fool I must've seemed
when I didn't call you.
I hope, one day, on a stroke of luck,
you might forgive me. Until then,
my sorry will never seem enough.
You were everything.