Void of Life
Some times when I began to think,
I wonder if any one really cares.
Would they even blink out a tear?
If I was to take my life.
Could they even possibly be upset;
Or is it just another act.
It's when this happens that I began to fear,
Why is that I feel this way?
What is that year by year I work for.
Death.
In one way or another death will creep up on me.
Shouldn't it be my choice of when I go?
Suicidal Tendencies.
Around this time I wonder what to do.
Emotions contained and imprisoned fight for freedom.
I hurry and hide them afraid to break the shell.
When the knife slices my arm, they break free,
Emotions and blood leak out like a broken dam.
Suicidal Tendencies.
I'm left wondering what will happen then.
Finally my senses come back again.
I shove the emotions away, and lock up my true self.
I open my eyes and realize,
Suicide is weak.
I'm sick of being weak.
I push my mind to the limit, and shatter my soul.
What was once my true self,
Who I really am under this shell I call life, is gone for good.
I'm doomed to die by myself, all alone.
I'm left standing here, all alone.
I'm but a shadow of my former self.
Welcome to the Void of Life.