So many young children, screaming.

I wonder what it is I can do.

Is it torture?

Is it pain?

Is there nothing we can do?

Near death experiences?

They are plentiful, but I don't really want to move.

"Forget the memories", yet they haunt me,

Nothing's ever what they seem.

My soul wanders endlessly,

I yearn for eternal sleep.

When I tune into the playback of my life,

I don't know if I'll see anything I like.

My life is one big mixing bowl of tears and strife.

Why can't I ever man up and just take my life?

I don't know who I am,

what hides behind my eyes.

I cannot go to sleep at night without saying "Goodbye".

I cry and sob,

and my brain racks itself inside my skull,

'cause I hate my guts to no end.

My Life Sucks.

But I realize death is what they want me to feel.

As my hand,

it shakes from holding such cold steel.

And my skin bleeds in order for me to feel again.

I step off of the ledge,

not changing my fate.

But realizing the truth before it was too late.

My family, they love me,

even though I screw things up.

And my girlfriend,

she adores me,

even if I don't return my love.

In the hardest days,

through the darkest nights,

things take time,

and they do get better,

but you'll never know if you send off that death letter.