What's the point of living?
What's the point of breathing?
Shall I take this long sharp dagger
and stab it through my heart?
I might as well, since I will feel no pain.
No pain, when it comes to my deep dark soul
and wreched black heart.
But I have to keep going as if nothing is wrong
even though every little thing stings
and burns and tears me up inside.
What am I supposed to do
but sit all alone and cry?
There is no one that feels my pain,
no one that can help it ease.
I just want someone to kill me, oh please!
Maybe I don't deserve anyone's love
and this is what i get.
So I'm finally giving up
and letting things wash over me,
like the raging sea, coming to my rescue
and just letting drown in her,
never again be seen.
