Old again and now alone
I lost my way, so far from home.
I want to live, not ready to die.
I sit with my back against the wall and cry.
Worthless diamonds fall from my eyes.
A soul that is broken from so many lies.
Whispered silent screams, too afraid to ask for a way out.
Don't want to continue to be afraid; refuse to shout.
Red rivers flow from torn apart wrists.
Would write down the problems, but there's too many to list.
I want to let you go and let you leave me if that is what you want.
But, I can't handle loneliness and I still have a past that haunts.
I hang on even through the abuse.
What's the use?
Maybe I'll take my best friends.
My pills, my razor, noose, pistol and bring this life to an end.