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Slight Of Pen
Nothing to Live For

Nothing to live for
Wanting to die more
Sick of all this shit
Can’t wait to be rid of it

Spiraling into disappointment
Everything I want just isn’t meant
I see my reasons to live
But weak, they crumble and give

Thinking I have it all
That façade is my fall
As I realize the lies 
My will for life dies

I hate everything about this life
All my emotions cut me like a knife
I once wanted to go on
But I am too far-gone

So with this inside my mind
Tomorrow is just unkind
No point in all this pain
As I send the bullet through my brain