Alone in the woods one dreary night,
Only one little star shining bright,
I walk down a path only to find,
Anger and madness controlling my mind,
What must I do to center my soul,
How can I get out of this deep dark hole,
Am I sick or demented in my head,
Is it even worth getting out of bed,
No one to listen when I need it most,
Sometimes I feel as alone as a ghost,
Tearing me apart from the inside out,
My fire is burning over this internal bout,
Upon this stroll through the woods,
I thought and I thought of the woulds and coulds,
Some of you might call me insane,
But you never know about my inner pain,
What should I do at the end of the day,
Should I give up or should I pray,
As I talk it is getting dimmer,
I could feel my blood starting to simmer,
The pain inside is to much to bare,
When I die is anyone gonna care,
Tomorrow will tell with first light,
I can't live much longer I am sick of the fight,
I close my eyes with my knife in my hand,
Time is up with that last grain of sand,
That's the end as you see,
I was and am as dead as can be.
