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Why should I carry on
When there's no visible goal?
I can see that it's all gon
There's nothing, I have no soul.

If I were to die tomorrow
Would they even notice it?
Or would they be glad for me to go
And silently end it where I sit.

They are all so distant to me
And I can't get any nearer.
They just can't seem to see,
But I can't make it any clearer.

They can't hear
And I can't talk
So far, but they're just here
Telling me to go and take a walk.

Sometimes I wish I could just die
I could end my useless life
End this ridiculous lie
The cause of all this strife.

My heart is torn into pieces
By you who I once loved
See the tears and the creases
No longer soft as the wings of a dove.

I'll end it.
But you have killed me.
Which end do you think will fit?
I think I'll use a knife to become free.

Please comment, I like praise but constructive criticism is good if you have any! And of course I'll always return the favour!