Here I am, a broken man.
Trying to make it through these days.
Trying the best i can.
To silence the voice that lurks inside my head.
To cease the desire to be one with the dead.
I never thought my life would come to this.
A mental illness that I wish did not exist.
I used to feel alive. Now I feel nothing.
I feel empty inside.
I'm not worth anything.
I would give up all i have just to feel something.
I would give all i have to not feel like this.
My times' running out. I'm drowning in self doubt, my insecurities and a haunting voice that I wish would get out.
Rid me of these thoughts before all hope is lost.
Rid me of these thoughts before I'm dead and gone.
I wake up every day with a decision that I have to face.
Do i continue to live this life that I hate?
I feel dead to the world. Nothing but worthless in my eyes.
Constantly asking myself why do i even try?
I try my best to pull myself off of the floor.
No matter what I do I still hear death knocking on my door.
I have been in search of something more.
I cant keep living a life that i fucking deplore.
Clouded vision, caused by all the hurt.
My moral compass has lead me face down in the dirt
I've lost my worth and i cant be saved.
I've dug my own grave now please forget my face.
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