Losing My Grip

Lost it, I just lost it all
not standing, not trying to crawl
deep in the blackness, I will die
after death, not one person will cry

Die lonely and cold and all alone
smothered is the star that once shone
beneath this pain and behind agony
is the true part of me you don't see

I'm yearning to live, yearning to feel
wishing that my torn soul would heal
ravaged and smashed and beaten again
I'm losing the will to keep on living

I'm losing my grip on living this life
and strengthening mine upon this knife
preparing to end it all here and now
but stopping me, there isn't a how

I see no point or reason, in going on
see no one who'll notice me when I'm gone
I'm cocking the hammer and pulling the trigger
as it slams down my death looms bigger

Welcoming it's final peacefulness
my way out, from this lovelessness
My final words, my final thoughts
when I died, my feelings were for naught