Dead

Lonely and hurt,
Broken I still remain
Residing in hell,
living in pain...

Masked by lies,
I slowly fade away...
The nightmare I live with,
each and every day

The meaning of it all,
to which my mind attends,
Has not one answer
that I fully understand

The bottom of my mind
holds the answers which I call,
I keep reaching towards it
in this never-ending fall...

Stay strong and keep going,
it's never too late"...
But no one seems to realize
that it's not worth the wait

There's no such thing
as help outside of your mind,
It's you against yourself,
with your demons inside

It's a battle, hard fought,
but never won...
Either way you end up losing
when it's all said and done

I wrote my own ending,
and I shut my own door...

It's says to live your life to the fullest.
But what's the point in trying to do that
when you're already dead?