My heart has been broken too many times before,
My scarring is deep reaching down to the core.
Sometimes I feel alone and rejected,
Being void of emotion or feeling life is not what I expected.
If I had the courage to put a gun to my head,
Nothing could stop me because within minutes I ‘d be dead.
I am sure that family would miss me for the first little while,
But in time all those frowns would turn back into smiles.
Life would ultimately return to the pace it had before,
Slowly nobody would think of my memory anymore.
My tortured spirit cold in the ground where I lie,
Nothing to remember me by but a star in the sky.
With each day that passes I feel a little stranger,
Knowing each time I am by myself there is always that danger.
That I will decide that this day should be the last,
There is nothing to look forward to if the future is anything like the past.
