Sad, Mad, and Lonely
dying on the inside slowly
wishing there was more I could do
being cared about by only few
but the few has never knew
what kind of life I have been through
therefore they cannot truly understand
understand the way that I am
and why I don't give a damn
I lost faith in human existence
and there is no such thing as providence
so what am I suppose to do?
keep on believing and act like I have a clue?
no that is not gonna be the way
my life has been made out of clay
being shaped every day
predetermined with my grave
live and let die
so why bother try
I will just lay down and die
and finally meet my demise
I will close my eyes for the very last time
counting down the seconds before my final goodbye
never again will I try
Never again will I cry
I will lay and rot in my eternal bed
in a coffin with a pillow under my head