Forever Alone, inside a tomb,
why am I still alive?
Should have died inside the womb,
still I strive,
To have someone at my side,
is what I really need.
Maybe just a friend,
the suffering just might end.
Highly I doubt it,
although it seems likely.
No one ever told me about this,
so I react unwisely.
Still I strive,
to end this life of mine.
I feel so dead, not alive,
I smell of lime.
Stick this needle in my arm,
and hope that I stop breathing.
Or take this razor to wrist,
and hope that I start bleeding.
So here lay the end of the line,
asphixiation, filling my lungs with smoke for the last time. |
