Sitting in the dark My thoughts racing Like a mad man for the door I hold a knife while thinking How easy it would be to end it All the pain The things I hide from others I could just slowly leave it all While laying in a puddle of my crimson sadness as it leaves my body But… I know I can’t It’s just a fantasy and a nightmare I dream of I can always feel the hate in the world Shaping my heart I’ve tried to forget about it But nothing seems to work Sometimes all I want is to just hold someone Someone who really cared… But in the end all I’m left holding Is the ghost of an idea A mere fading wish.
mostly just needed to vent at this point, kinda had a break down lol
It is a torture of sort. The uneasiness of where the road can lead to, with only a few things that we know and hold true.. we endlessly hold out, all of our lives, we hold a lantern into the thick dark fissure of life until something of habitual significance comes along…then, we linger, again, for an encore.
I’ve been wondering when the trees will grow me shelter. I’ve been wondering when the waves will turn me over. I’ve been wondering when I’ll finally find a friend. I’ve been wondering when I’ll find a place to live. I’m finally standing on my feet. Breathing in the air. Lying on the beach. Sitting there, Thinking to myself, I don’t know what happened, but I’ll find out in the end.