Two rivers of sorrow stream down my face. They're tears of fear and of disgrace. They scream out pain to be released and leave my torn soul finally at peace. But you don't listen to these words I say, you just leave it for another day. On bended knee I begin to pray, "Please God help me live just one more day." Sometimes I wish that I could die and leave this hateful world behind. But I'm alive and here I'll remain to suffer through all this pain. How can I explain how I feel inside? What it is that makes me want to die. Alone I sit and I cry beneath this forsaken sky. To put an end to it all would be only too nice. I long for the knife in which to slice my life away. Like a ghost I walk amongst you unknown. Like a no mad at no place do I feel at home. Silence speaks louder than words, but still nothing is all you've heard. My life is lived through a catheder everyday, I watch as it slowly drips away. Soon it will be gone and there will be nothing left, but no one will notice my solom death. I will not be missed for I was never loved. Upon my headstone will sit a pure white dove. Until that day comes to be, here I will writhe in misery.
