Is it easier?

Do i even have a reason to live?
Thoughts bouncing through my head
I have nothing left to give
I am better off as dead

Is it easier to die?
than to listen to these thoughts pound
while i sit and cry
There's nothing in me to be found

These pieces of me
are falling
while out of terror, not glee
the light inside of me is calling

too bad i'm afraid
too afraid to end it all
it would be so easy
to be an angel who did fall

but that's not who i am
so i'll sit on my bed
and pretend to give a damn
while i listen to the thoughts in my head