My mother will not listen,
My father is not here.
Life's not like it used to be.
I sit here and wonder
About the others.
Do they think like me?
Do they have lives filled with desolation and awe?
Can they not see?
See the lies in everyones soul.
Staring, daring,
and forcing all of lifes little problems
onto your back until they are no more
than a reason not to live.
A razor, a knife, a rope, or a simple pill.
Its as easy as that to make those disappear.
I sit alone in the dark,
waiting for someone to stop me...
It does not happen.
No call or friends to help.
I am alone.
I do the unthinkable now,
I feel nothing can stop me.
