I'm sick of hitting,
the ground as hard as I do.
As I fall, so do my tears.
& my blood begins to leak,
pour, pour, pour.
just like the rain,
that I wish would cleanse over me.
Though I, am knowing that I am nothing.
this life seems pointless, endless.
and forever more,
I shall choke on this.
maybe thats for the best,
if I choke and lie down my fate,
my fate of suicide.
the thought never clears my head.
either do the screams, the echoes
of the monsters at night,
with pictures to follow my steps.
oh how I wish they'd let me go,
but their grasp is too great,
I shall just fall to the ground,
forever more I am trapped.
I try hard to let this pain go,
my mind wishes it could let it go,
but letting go is harder then saying the words.
I dream, dream of the day of being happy,
not a misery to this world, for once.
I can't look back now,
can't even remember anyway,
I just fall hard to the ground,
forever more, this is my cold fate.
I beg for the bleeding to end but...
I begun this process.
the cycle of pain is all mine to own,
and mine to carry forever,
as I fall to the ground once more,
forever more,
this is fate,
I am to die,
without a heart to hold.
