I am dying
Everyone just walks past
I finally let my self give up
Silently calling
And for one of the few times
I actually reach out to the same by-passers
The pain I'm trying to escape from
Deepens as they look into my glazed eyes
And sneer at me
Disgust fills theirs faces at my pathetic attempt
In my head I'm doing that to my self
The only thing is that
The by-passers are nice enough
To not say anything to me
And just leave me alone
In the dark pit
The voices in my head
Are so much more cruel
They love how they can clench
My heart and destroy my spirit
Time and time again.
I'm getting tired of being half awake now
Thoughts of finally being able to sleep
Fills my head
And the voices find much to rejoice in them
They love it and encourage it.
Acts that would bring me closer to my finally resting sleep
Are being advertised so often
I'm feeling sleepy
I want to rest
I really do
I want to leave the voices, the pain, the exhaustion - everything behind
I'm tired if constantly fighting
I'm no hero
There's not much reason for me to stay much longer
But then again
I don't want to be associated as a coward
Even if I am one
I don't want to be thought if as that.
It's confusing all these thoughts
I think I might try a little taste
Of what it might take for me to rest
Just a little.
Others have done it before
It's not going to be a big deal
And they aren't even asleep yet!
This little taste might be just what I need.
What I need to get me back on track
To step away from finally resting
I'm in so much pain right now.
I just want a break
I promise a small one will do
I'm tired of falling into pretending
To feel and fighting
To feel again.
There's only so much anyone can take
My limit and stamina is just fleeting me.
It's alright
It had to happen at some point in time, right?
I really just hope the small break
Will be enough
And that I won't run away from it again today.
Cause I'm tired
I'm too tired
My body has already given up on me
So long ago.
My head is tired of fighting only to achieve failure,
I'm tired of being a failure
That spends so much time
Making myself look like a big success
Bet you didn't know that,
Now did you?
And you claim you know me!
You don't know anything about me
Except maybe the angelic image
That I want you to see.
The almost angel on earth
Aside from her uncontrollable minor breakdowns that everyone ignores
It's no big deal
She's not perfect either!
A little breakdown that's out of her character
Won't **** anyone
Well, I guess not.
Except when you go through it so often
All alone
Stranded by yourself
With your thoughts
That haunt you
For all the haunted angels that have to put up an act...