Last Hope

Sometimes I just wish that
I had the courage to end it all
Flashbacks to memories
Of playing with my doll

Oh look at that naive little girl
Playing on the swings
She has no idea what misery
The future will soon bring

As I sit here all alone
Soaking in my sorrow
Never wanting to see
Yet another tomorrow

For all my tomorrows
Compared to my yesterdays
Become more pathetic
Each and every day

I have not one soul
In which I could confide in
And tell all of my secrets to
That I keep hidden deep within

No one seems to care
They have better things to do
Do they know I wish to die?
Of coarse not, they have no clue

Some might pretend
And act like they care
But when I need them the most
They never seem to be there

No one understands
What my mind is going through
Maybe they would hug me
If somehow they knew

But they don’t know that all I wanted
Was just to be reassured
That I was truly loved
And my dying heart would be cured

But that reassurance
I never got
So I guess the world
Simply loves me not

But I found something
I thought could give me what I need
Though it’s only temporary
This thing they call weed

At first I liked the effects it had on me
Made me laugh so hard I cried
I cried out all the tears
That I tried so hard to hide

I thought it’d help me to forget
About everything that was wrong
But little did I know
That it was making things worse all along

Alcohol, at first I hated
It tasted nasty and makes me nauseous
But it’s not as bad as weed I guess
Though when you drink, you should stay real cautious

Because alcohol can make you do
Some really stupid things
And you might hate even more
All the trouble that it brings

All these things I did
In hopes of getting away
But nothing seems to work
With my last hope, I sit and pray

I pray for the courage
To set my soul free
To finally rid myself of
All this pain and misery