Losing grip

Wishing for the times to come back again
longing for the sound of your voice
waiting for you to come back to me
waiting.......
waiting.......
waiting.......
i cant go on any more in this game of pretend thinking that you were my lover and also my best friend i cant do it anymore i try to imagine the times i am wishing for i try to imagine the good old days when we had so much fun but they are never coming back and i can't hold on much longer waiting for them to come back and wanting for them to come back but i know in the end they are never coming back i am losing grip sitting in my room listening to our songs over and over thinking of the times we laid together and listened to them and cried with each other rocking back and forth thinking
thinking.......
thinking.......
thinking.......
i cant go on i am finished with out you i am nothing i take the knife in my hand and put it to my wrist and then i push and drag it along my wrist crimson drops form and fall all around me things go black then when i open my eyes again i realize it was all just a dream

plz comment and rate it it is just about how i feel sometimes about certain people and things going on and when i say it was all a dream is because things always get fixed and it seems like it never happened and that it was like a dream