Sometimes that regret comes back to haunt me
And I think "If I did it, I wouldn't be suffering."
I'd do anything to take away these agonizing days
This hurt I feel, this never ending pain.
This negative state I can not get out of
You see, there is no light, so what is the outcome?
Should it be a quick death to end the misery?
Or drain in this river of prayers, crying for mercy.
Should it be a quick blow to the head, to forget the rest?
Or slowly endure this test, and hope for the best.
Whatever the outcome shall be, I hope it ends this misery.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
Sometimes that regret comes back to haunt me
And I think "If I did it, I wouldn't be suffering."
I'd do anything to take away these agonizing days
This hurt I feel, this never ending pain.
This negative state I can not get out of
You see, there is no light, so what is the outcome?
Should it be a quick death to end the misery?
Or drain in this river of prayers, crying for mercy.
Should it be a quick blow to the head, to forget the rest?
Or slowly endure this test, and hope for the best.
Whatever the outcome shall be, I hope it ends this misery.
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