As the minutes, the hours, the days, the weeks, the months go past, i slip away just that little bit more.
Losing the happy memories, the good times ive had in life, the will power to do or anything or to live, losing me...
Everynight the knife goes in just that little bit deeper, each time letting out a bit more blood than the last time. Maybe as each drop of blood falls, it will take a bit of the this pain i have to wake up to and live with everyday with it?
Maybe the rain will one day fall on me and wash away this pain i have to feel?
Maybe the wind will one day blow away every fear, ever worry of mine and i'll just be left with the happy thoughts, memories, feelings.
Maybe one day someone will come along and pull me from this nightmare of a life i have to live everyday. Maybe someone will take away the pain and lift me up, higher than the clouds, make me feel on top of the world
Maybe one day i'll be able to escape the constant tears, sadness, loneliness, worthlessness, helplessness
