In a life so filled with quarrels
with nothing to follow except your own morals
the lack there of might be a problem
due to the fact that u feel so alone
In a life that used to be so good
you hold the knife wondering if you should
what if nothing should change
fear of the unknown holds u back
toying with the idea of death
pondering if the changes it might have are worth
so many things to leave behind
friends, family, love
shall i be selfish and take the plunge into the unknown
or live it out like Ive been brought up to fight.
emotions swirling and twirling inside of you
a single tear rolls down the face of an angel as the knife
falls to the ground as that one tear follows its exact path landing right beside it.
marking the day of your death angels from heaven
come to your aid and whisk u away
the last thought on your head shall not be regret for that is of unworthy of thyself
nothing but the feathers off thy wings and a letter are left behind.
the letter to whom it may concern reads:
"Dear world,
you used to be so good to me
as i frolic in the sun with the wind beneath my wings
not a care in the world until u took him away
left me with nothing but a Beatles heart on the bed
to watching him die was the worst thing Ive lived through
after the death of a loved one u took everything away
nothing left of me except the tears i cried at night
feeling so worthless and so hopeless to all
i found a dagger that seemed to hold all my answerers
as the knife pierced the skin, something came over me
something that used to be so normal and so free
the dagger fell to the floor and i smiled as the last breath left my meaningless body
now i stand up in heaven with the one u took from me
enjoy the hell you have created on earth as i lavish in the love heaven provides inside
