ALONE

Games They Play

I feel like I can't breathe,
Everything feels surreal but I know it's reality,
My bitter reality,

It haunts me day and night 
But I can't do anything about it because I'm just weak like they always said,
Just another stupid weakling,
Worth nothing and
always will be,

It's cold and hard
But its the bitter truth,
I'm not anything and I won't be anything,
Because I know, I know deep down its true,
They say the truth hates and it's true,

Gone,
Gone am I from this world,
It's too late to save me from myself,
Too late to wake the dead,
Nothing can be the same ever again,

Maybe!
'No' the little voice shouts, 'you can't keep doing this to yourself,
You can't keep playing their game',
'But I want too' I tell it,
I'm going to play it until my time's up,

Games we play,
My life is just nothing but one to them,
they don't consider me except for being a player,
Should I listen to the little voice?
Should I quit? Stop this sick-twisted game?

But I can't even if I wanted to,
I'm in to deep and
They fear I might tell the world,
Tell the world of who they really are,

The bitter truth they seek to hide,
Plainly it lay in front of many,
But unseen it remains,
Games they play but lies they tell,

Should I do it?
Take my own life because I can't live anymore?
Take that which can never be restored?
Am I that weak that the only solitude I find is through pain and hurt?

Flow it does,
Deep are wounds for them to heal,
Little blood is left in my veins,
Pain fades but the scars still remain...
clear as day-Sun,

Pain I felt,
But no more will it be,
My time has come and I can't play no more,
Slowly I begin to fade,
Fade into nothing but oblivion,