I do not want this anymore.
This sadness that I have,
Carried with me day to day.

Weighed down by my fatigue,
Sapped of strength and joy.
I feel I can't continue
With this life of mine.

But I know I must go on,
For there are those
That say they love me.
But I know that some
Among them who can lie
Like drawing breath.

They get so close to me
Only to slide that knife,
So razor sharp,
against my throat.
Lascerated and all bled out
Of passion, joy and hope.

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