This world makes me cry, but yet I still try. I fight through the pain, just to live another day. This fear won't go away, it haunts me as I lay awake.
The terror in sleeping, they have eyes that are creeping. Searching me up and down, looking for a way for me to hit the ground. I crawl on the floor, begging for no more.
Please show me mercy, and let this pain leave my soul. Take my breath and take my blood, take these bones, while I stand cold. I weep for the scars, they cover my body like a million stars.
Spastic they may seem, but they mean a lot to me. They mean I tried and failed but I never gave up still. I moved on, life has got me running marathons.
I'm so tired, when can I stop? The sweat poors down my skin, salty and within an instant. I try to run away, but the thoughts come back anyway. I try to speak, but emotions roll over me.
I try to stand, shaky and a little bland. No point in having fun, if pain isn't involved. I sit here and think, of all the things that have overcome.
I've been through it all, everything little, and everything small. I sit and cry, cause the world is going to die. I will go with it, before and yes I'll miss it.
I want my last words to be "Congrats now I'm finally free." The people really wouldn't care, they know I've had my share. They would tell me to rest in piece, cause that's all I really need.
So say goodbye while it lasts, cause that was your past.