I am alone
no one is there
no shoulder to cry on
no arms to wrap around me
no comfort when I'm sad
nothingness is all I have
Pushed everyone away
Begged no one to stay
Hurt all who tried to help
Everyone including myself
Now I'm left with darkness
Now you look upon me with hate
You have no mercy left
I guess this is what I deserved
I put you through hell
Even though you were there for me
I just want you to know
This isn't what I intended
I never wanted this to be
Yet still you curse my name
But somehow I don't seem phased
Only cold blood now runs through my veins
My soul is dead
I feel no guilt or shame anymore
I have been spent
Nothing left inside
My heart beats only to keep my body alive
maybe I should save it the trouble
End it all now
What is left to live for
To live would only mean to suffer more
To live with out you is hell
The world has become my abyss
Somewhere deep inside though
There is still a small voice
The only thing keeping me alive
I don't know why it begs to stay
I don't know why I answer it's pleading
How is it changing my mind
Every time I finally decide
What is it telling me
I can't understand
All I know is to keep my life it demands
As if it were a Siren I obey it's command
I put the knife down once again
The voice puts more thoughts in my head
Maybe there is something left to live for in this world
Maybe there might still be more
I think these things as I put the knife back in the drawer
and yet another day my life has found in store
Copyright 2005 Labitina
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