What Life is This?

What life is this?
Surely this isn’t mine,
For something seems amiss,
As my life heads down this decline-
Out of my state of bliss.

Down to the darkness I descend,
Past all hope, past all light.
I’m done with all this pretend
I’m so tired of this fight
I’m ready to meet this end.

It all started with a flick of the wrist,
One immediate release.
An addiction I could not resist,
Nor find the heart to cease-
For I found a way to exist.

But now the time seems to have come,
For me to put an end to this show.
Life has become far too numb,
My high has met it’s low-
To the depths of despair, I succumb.

This blade to the skin
Makes me real,
Gives a voice to the pain within-
This madness I do reveal
Behind the ever-present grin.

Is this the life of me?
Where am I behind the confusion
Pain is as far as I can see.
What’s part of the illusion,
And what’s part of me?

Behind this dark and gloom
Lies the real me inside,
Whose life she wishes to resume-
If she had not died…
Here inside her living tomb.  

 

What Life is This?

What life is this?
Surely this isn’t mine,
For something seems amiss,
As my life heads down this decline-
Out of my state of bliss.

Down to the darkness I descend,
Past all hope, past all light.
I’m done with all this pretend
I’m so tired of this fight
I’m ready to meet this end.

It all started with a flick of the wrist,
One immediate release.
An addiction I could not resist,
Nor find the heart to cease-
For I found a way to exist.

But now the time seems to have come,
For me to put an end to this show.
Life has become far too numb,
My high has met it’s low-
To the depths of despair, I succumb.

This blade to the skin
Makes me real,
Gives a voice to the pain within-
This madness I do reveal
Behind the ever-present grin.

Is this the life of me?
Where am I behind the confusion
Pain is as far as I can see.
What’s part of the illusion,
And what’s part of me?

Behind this dark and gloom
Lies the real me inside,
Whose life she wishes to resume-
If she had not died…
Here inside her living tomb.  

 

What Life is This?

What life is this?
Surely this isn’t mine,
For something seems amiss,
As my life heads down this decline-
Out of my state of bliss.

Down to the darkness I descend,
Past all hope, past all light.
I’m done with all this pretend
I’m so tired of this fight
I’m ready to meet this end.

It all started with a flick of the wrist,
One immediate release.
An addiction I could not resist,
Nor find the heart to cease-
For I found a way to exist.

But now the time seems to have come,
For me to put an end to this show.
Life has become far too numb,
My high has met it’s low-
To the depths of despair, I succumb.

This blade to the skin
Makes me real,
Gives a voice to the pain within-
This madness I do reveal
Behind the ever-present grin.

Is this the life of me?
Where am I behind the confusion
Pain is as far as I can see.
What’s part of the illusion,
And what’s part of me?

Behind this dark and gloom
Lies the real me inside,
Whose life she wishes to resume-
If she had not died…
Here inside her living tomb.