I look upon this world with my tired eyes
And with all that I see, everything I despise
Ive lost the urge that I once had that pushed me on though the day
Unwillingness to continue intensifies as I endure every passing day
With all the little nothings that I stand to gain,
I manage to survive once again, and suppress my horrific pain
Exhausted with lifes essence and though with lifes commitment
I ponder escaping to a better place and decide to rest rather than end it
Weakness has conquered me and Im here with nothing left to give
A waste of time is what Ive done and a mournful life Ive come to live
Afraid is what Im not but determined to be free,
Released from life and unbound from obligation I will be
6 ft below or 5 ft 8 above makes no difference in the end
We all make it there some way when its over no one can win
We die today or we fall tomorrow it all equals the same
Procrastination is the definition of life holding off until we die
Rather than avoid the inevitable I face death in the eye
I am the sole owner of my body and life
I am the benefactor of pain and the executioner of my strife
Bringing scars upon myself I am released not of life but of frustration
They are quite beautiful but a painful reminder of temptation
Never again shall I inflict a scar upon my body Never again shall the marks fester at life
Never again shall I recover from deep lacerations of my soul or shall I feel the edge of a knife
Over and though I already am, heavenly and spiritual I ask not of
Heaven or hell I experience none or see the beautiful sky or the messengers above
I am trapped in spiritual limbo forever doomed to exist
Why oh why god did I decide to live
