I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.
I don’t know just how to make this right.
The pain and the strain of a loss of hope
Getting only stronger
Is strangling me ever so tight.
I’m on the verge of giving up on life altogether,
Leaning over a precipice.
I’m pushing and inching further and nearer,
And if I go off of the ledge, it could be better.
It sometimes seems the only offering of relief,
And if I try, I won’t miss, and me, you won’t miss.
I see only clouds that are gathering,
Never again to part.
All that’s allowed in this place that I hardly can fathom
Is room for a tortured soul and a bitter heart.
If I could plead, come save me,
I might just believe that someone could
Come save me.
I know if I leave, I’ll be quickly forgotten.
I won’t matter one more hour.
I will be decaying, rotten; I won’t care.
It already matters so little now or
Then or now and again.
Maybe there should be no more delaying, no more
Misery I am so easily caught in; I won’t care.
After years of trying too hard,
I’ve amounted to less than you.
I’ve mattered to less than few.
Doing so much and running so fast
That I am so lost in nothingness and looking to pass,
I fall so far behind.
I’m all in my mind.
I’ve made a life that is worth only misery,
And I’ve only been someone for only me.
I wish that there was anyone to care enough
To come save me,
But they all just – let me be.
With no one to count on, I’ll just leave.
There isn’t one in this world
To come save me.
Goodbye to you, and don’t you say
Goodbye to me.
Just do your part, and – let me be.
Hang
I...
Don't want to hurt you
But I...
Don't know how much I can care
All I do
Is seem to curse you
And I...
Don't know if that's being fair
Pain, the stain of anger
Washing away
All that matters now
Bring...
Again the sound of silence
That made things alright before
Everything in this world
Got too fucking loud
If you hang
On every word I whisper
You will find
You've wasted all your time
I'm not the one to make it better
Because I'm
A fester, a boiling blister
Someone who long ago
Lost his fucking mind
I don't know what I want,
What I need...
Anything but to bite the hand that feeds
I die
Every night I'm sitting in this cold dark cell
Of a bedroom,
Wishing away the life that has come to hide
The emptiness and anguish
That fills me up
And eats at my insides
If I could be
Some kind of the old me
I might have some bit of sanity
To hold
Misery, memories,
And nothingness
Are getting so damn fucking old
In name,
I'm at least to blame
For everything
That for so many
Ever turned from good
To shit and so wrong
I came
On the face
Of all the ones
That got sick and said so long
Break Down N Die
How do you expect me
To get by
Without you by my side
How will I make it
On my own
How am I supposed to
Keep on livin
When your love
Is all I've ever known
You didn't have me
Much on your mind
Or you probably would've stayed
I look at you and see
Nothin but worries and doubts
Can you tell me
Why you're so afraid
Could I still be a man
If all of this makes me cry
Maybe I'm not doin all I can
Cuz maybe
All your promises were lies
Maybe everything
We thought we had is gone
Maybe that's why
I wanna break down n die
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