I’m just going through the motions.
Void of any real emotion.
Suicide is a selfish notion that I entertain.
Hear you asking what’s the matter?
Saying how you miss my laughter.
I know the love you’re after I can’t give away.
Find myself saying words I hate like it’s me, not you.
I know I’ll miss you when it’s too late and it’ll be my loss.
Swear to you if I knew the reasons for the changes you are seeing
I’d gladly unload my heavy burdens at your feet.
Standing at the edge of nothing.
Feel my heart ripping open and I can’t stop the pain.
You will see I was haunting my life.
Untouchable, unlovable and always on the outside staring in.
Maybe tomorrow will be better and I can love you more than I ever have.
So you’ll know it was I that was sick and you can carry on when I’m gone.
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