I'm sorry for everyday that I'm here.
I dream of these selfish things, but
what were you hoping for?
I sit alone forever knowing.
I won't be here forever, so
don't give away the end.
This is the only thing I know to do.
Is to sit here wishing for you, so
please don't fail me now.
One more step to the edge.
My knee's are weak, and
there is nothing left to breathe.
There is nothing left to see, yet
I'm still sorry for this day.
I hate the things I like to say.
Today is the best day to go away.
I have nothing left to say.
I'm tired of waiting for something that will never come around.
I'm tired of waiting for someone that doesn't exist.
Why can't this hurt be through?
Why is the pain so true?
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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