This life is often so very trite I might just end it all tonight. A feeling so often felt within a heart that stopped beating a very long time ago. So- I ask myself, if it is worth it? Life alone? Cold lips; never missed. Or will I be? Maybe so, But even though, Is it really worth it? silence in a seat, weep, weep, weep I will until I'm all alone, locked away within a home. Among these walls, bricks and wishes to be free, for just a day. Might I may- Say- I don't belong.