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Alas

I`m driving home late at night
As I set the cruise control
I think I`m losing my sight
All I see is this hell hole

I can only picture myself
Purposely wrecking that red car
But this time I`m not by myself
So I`ll wait until they are far

So now I`m taking a shower upstairs
With as many tears as drops of water
And my happiness seems so scarce
So I pray for some help from my Father

I keep asking God for help
I keep saying I`m sorry
I just keep asking for help
I guess that`s my life story

I just fall down to the floor
And I curl up in a ball
I`ve been in this place before
But there`s no one I can call

So I`m crying up in my room now
All curled in a ball on my bed
But I just can`t seem to stop now
And I keep wishing I were dead

I thought I was finally past all this
But I just pushed it down and now it`s back
And I can`t remember true happiness
And now I just know that I`m gonna crack

I just can`t take anymore
Can`t seem to do nothin` right
They`ll find me dead on the floor
If I never find the light

I ask for some forgiveness
One more chance at innocence
I ask for more forgiveness
But all I get is silence

I`ve tried to tell you my story
But you would never believe it
And now you`ll really be sorry
Cuz soon you're gonna witness it

Now I`ve finally mad a decision
I`ll just have to take control of my life
So Alas the winner is depression
Once and for all I`m gonna end my strife

Don`t know when and don`t know how
But I can`t take anymore
Cuz it will happen somehow
They`ll find me dead on the floor


© 2001


If you've ever felt like this, PLEASE get some help. You ARE worth it. You'd be amazed how your life really isn't that bad. Please get help. If you don't know what else to do, call 1-800-999-9999. They will help you.


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