Never will I feel happy.
Never will l feel free.
Never have I been appreciated.
Never have I felt proud of me.
Never will I find the perfect one.
Never get someone to love me.
Will someone help me?
Will anyone say, “It’s never too late!”?
Will someone go out of their way to save me?
Will my feelings be set free?
Will I ever be happy enough to stop contemplating?
Will I be forever alone?
The time has come.
The time to make my decision.
The time that never felt so good.
The time of no woes or regrets.
The time that no one cared to stop.
The time to end it. Now.
Come to me shadows.
Come to me, to live.
Come, for I have a new meaning of hatred inside me.
Come to feed off my depression and pain.
Come to take my soul away.
Come to end it for me.
‘Cause the way it’s going, forever isn’t too far away.
‘Cause there was no one who reached out for me.
‘Cause no one tried hard enough to stop me.
‘Cause of the way I got rejected. Again.
‘Cause I was betrayed.
‘Cause everyone hated me.
Now life seems lost.
Now I don’t see anything.
Now I don’t have anyone.
Now I hate myself.
Now I’m too scared to go on.
Now it’s too late to be saved.
The end has been welcoming.
The end has promised to never betray me.
The end has always loved me.
The end has come to help me.
The end has promised to care for me.
The end has always been the one who was in front of me and the one whom I least expected.
The end has... Saved me.
