Limping through the darkness,
Only a lifeless wind to keep me company.
Sanity quickly fleeing,
Tainted by the world.
In an instant I could be gone,
Nobody would know.
Taken by my "selfish" act.
How would they understand?
Everyone would label me as another statistic.
Dead inside before my heart stopped,
Anchored to this world by a lifeless shell.
Ready to flee, but held down by those that cared.
Keepers of what little of me there is left,
Nothing but them to stop me.
Endless torture knowing I cannot go on,
Still though, could I put them through that?
So I continue to wander, lost in the darkness.
