Am I alive or am I dead?
My greatest regrets repeating in my head.
Feeling so empty and so cold,
Like a puddle of my own blood,
Forming a sillihoutte of a mold.
Wondering if I will ever be missed,
Trapped in my own darkness.
Lost to the lucidity of my mind.
The depression, a war of time.
Counting down the days left on my life line.
While I'm still lost in these silly ryhmes.
Trying to breath, but no longer living.
I've lost all hope, I've lost all meaning.
Confused on what is real,
Saying grace at my last meal.
Counting down the seconds to death,
Watching in hell as they put me to rest.
