Sitting on a bomb, I feel it tick. Waiting for it to go taking me along for the trip. Wanting the pain to stop tonight. Wanting my Bleak world to come to a halting stop. Everything wrong, every wrong movement, every word said all written down, so that it can be used against me and put me away. Pick a way, move to the side, sit down and cry waiting for a ride. Waiting for the time to disappear. To make all those others feel a little warmth of happiness. To make them feel as they have killed a killer. Saving so many others from my spell of mortality. Seal up the doors, cut off my oxygen. Don't worry your doing everyone a favor. What good am I for? Just a girl lost in her own little world. Looking for something better in land-of-make-believe. Where its against the law to stay and dream. I will fall and no one will care, they will just stare and move on muttering to themselves now, everything will be fine.
