Trapped in this life

Trapped in this life,
one I wish would just end.
Seeing my knife,
gripped tight in my hands.

Alone by myself,
my thoughts they run wild.
Is this life that I lead,
really worthwhile?

What more can I do?
What else can I say?
There's no one listening,
to the prayers that I pray.

I take a step back,
and look at my life.
But all I can see,
is the blade of my knife.

It's my only hope,
my means to an end.
The stairway to hell,
I will finally descend.

This pain my heart,
these thoughts in my mind.
The knife I once held,
cuts a fine line.

I failed but I tried,
so hard to survive.
But the time for an end,
has finally arrived.