The Word

Crying my eyes out
Screaming to the gods
Why doesn’t anything go my way?
Praying against all odds

There’s a word
That’s stuck in my throat
I don’t know what it is
But I’m writing you this note

I put the note down
Somewhere I know you’ll find
Since you never knew me
Nonetheless my mind

But if you did
I don’t know what you would see
Because no one knows who I am
Not even me

But all I know
That I’ve been treated to unfair
And I can’t think of a single person
Who really might even care

I don’t know anything anymore
Because nothing will ever last
So I do the only think I know
And kill myself at last

I’ll slit my throat in heavy hopes
To get that last word out
I want to know what it is
What my life is all about

So I take that knife
And slit my veins with so much detail
Its then and there I try to take my life
Much to no avail

So there I am bleeding
Crying out for pardon
My wrists, my throat
All begin to harden

The sad part is
That at this point I never got to speak
For at this point and time
My heart was all too weak

So on my quest
To seek my prize
I discovered myself
Bleeding through my eyes

And later when he finds that note
With hope he can tell
All the trouble I went through
All the misery of hell

For on that note I scribbled
The word with all of the pain above
On that note I scribbled
I doodled the word love