Staring at the wall with falling tears
With another useless wish on a star;
Is this how it was all meant to end?
Or am I just that unlucky one?
Listening to the sound of the wind
Hitting branches against the window,
Tears turning to anger hitting my head
Against this plain white wall to add
Some color to this souless room.
Am I really not worth anything more
Than to be touched like a mat?
Looking at the blood leaves streaks down
The slightly red colored wall, full of hate.
Looking around the room for something,
Anything to help this ending right along
Whether, it's sleeping pills, blades or
Your sharp words that could strike even
The deepest bones, I still have yet to decide.
So as I pop a pill, slit a wrist and get hit by
Your deceiving words that cut through the skin,
Let's see if the end of my life comes as swift as
Your love did; as I fall into the eternal sleep...
