Disturbed Posted January 1, 2010 Share Posted January 1, 2010 All Alone I am all alone, I cannot see. How all this silence came to be. Shooting arrows, through bullet holes in the sky. Biting my lip, so as not to cry. Counting crows; one by one. Watching children have their fun. Crying and bleeding into the night. Praying that nobody will turn on my light. Trying to be something I am not. Hoping that nobody will find out, that I wont get caught. Working up my courage every day. To finally end my life, I do not want to stay. I feel my finger on the trigger. The metal against my head. My eyes I feel get bigger. As I pull it and am surrounded by red. I lay in a puddle. Waiting for it to end. I am bleeding and my thoughts are muddled. I though this was what I wanted? I guess it is too late to mend. I hear sirens in the distance. It's too late, they've wasted their time. Because soon I will seize my existence. And the step ladder to hell I will climb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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