Why does no one have any faith
That we will make it to the end?
The endearing love we hold for each other
Is fading by the hour and every two seems to mend
My list of caretakers for my heart
Grows shorter and shorter by the day
Calling off my life so I can keep living
Seems so incredibly selfish to say
Four Thousand Miles is a long distance
For any one heart to have to bear
Off into the starry, vast and empty sky
I can not help but longingly stare
I know there is nothing better
Than what I have in life
Easy as it is to keep from using it
But staring at that sharp knife
Makes me wonder if the mere thought
Would make people realize my need
For something else in my life to change
Instead of this aching wish to bleed
A cry for help in even a small way
Seems too complex for the brain to grasp
Who's hand will be there for me
To hold onto, to hold me, for me to clasp?
Internal suffering and a built up explosion
Kills all sense of ones time
I can only hope someone sees this
And keeps me from killing mine
