The wicked hours stopped,
All I did was cry.
Nothing seemed right,
For I was now empty.
All I knew right then,
Was that I wasn't giving up.
I was hoping for so much,
But it all just blew away.
I wasn't anything,
And I was fine with it.
I had so many memories,
None that I wanted to leave.
I was tired and weary,
All alone in this world.
I tried to find clues,
But I was kidding myself.
I wanted to be beautiful,
And I was let down.
I wanted to mean something,
I wanted the impossible.
So I just fell asleep,
My sorrow everywhere.
I remembered those days,
Spilling coffee on my pants.
I cried and screamed,
Waited for my escape.
I wanted people to help,
Only to shut them out.
I wanted to forget everything,
The memories were everywhere.
I smiled once a day,
But it was a fake.
I cried myself to sleep,
And cried myself awake.
I had nightmares,
They really scared me.
I had no more hope,
It made sense, though.
Who could have hope,
In a lifeless world?
When I looked in the mirror,
I saw dark, tired eyes.
I wanted to live,
And have hope.
I continued to wait,
Wait for the impossible.
I kept my nose in a book,
Trying to find my escape.
I pretended to be living,
But my soul was dead.
Nothing meant anything,
For it's a boring world.
My attitude affected everyone,
For my sorrow was deep.
People kept yelling at each other,
It killed me even more.
I wasn't capable of anything,
Not even getting out of bed.
I grew weak,
My body fell apart.
I wished there was no pain,
But it's only life.
My friends weren't,
My friends anymore.
They all complained,
Said I was no fun.
Really, I don't blame them,
I wouldn't like me either.
Dead things are never fun,
So why should I be?
Surely I am dead,
When life has no meaning.
I wanted to be saved,
But wouldn't tell anyone.
I sent out broken signals,
To only one person.
When I got no reply,
I fell deeper.
I wanted to be save,
But only by you.