Some people say that death is easy,
A cop-out of life...

Loneliness...Boredom
Things I try to avoid...

Emptiness
The hole inside...

Living their lives,
Eyes seemingly shut...

You never thought that I would matter
ME...

In the dark I sit and sigh,
Waiting for a secret sign...

No one to talk to, No one to tell
Only my soul, empty and bare...

I just have to sit and stare
Waiting for someone to tell...

I told you I wanted to be a teacher,
Help others learn as I have done...

Waiting in silence,
For one final spell...

The heaviness it shuts my eyes
I welcome it with full-grown claws...

I wander through a desert of loneliness.
The harder I try to get through the sand...