I cant stand it anymore.
i wish, i wish i could end it now.
i have visions of a knife cutting at my skin, on my arm that reads your name.
i smile, thinking of the end,
i cry, knowing what is now.
i dream, of things i may have wanted.
i could have laughed, but haven't in a while.
i have had no real reason to.
frowns surround me, and I'm drowning in my own tears.
i ask you, why?
get no reply.
as each day goes by, i think of what I'm waiting for.
now i know, i know what i want, i know what I'm waiting for.
its not you, or any other person i onced loved.
what I'm waiting for is the end.
i can bring this myself.
