I can't this any more,
Every time I try I fall on the floor.
But there will be only one more thing I'll try,
To b rid of this pain, to just die.
It's so pointless, living.
I mean, you always feel like something is missing.
And it hurts too much to even think about it.
It's like your candle, that was once lit,
Just went out, with no warning whatsoever.
And it can't be re-lit, ever.
No more having to explain my actions,
If I do it right, I won't have to see their reactions.
All I know is that they won't understand,
Why I put the knife in my hand.
They have never understood me,
Maybe now they will see.
See that words are the most painful of all,
Then, maybe they will hear the echos of my desperate calls.
