Tuesday, August 9, 2011

A little song I wrote...

...I don't think radios would play this.


Hear me cry, watch me fall through this endless pit I'm in.
Smell my fear, feel my pain amidst the tragedy of today.
There's the voices, can you hear them like me?
Calling softly, yelling loudly, whispering to me.
No, I will not jump.  No, I will not cry.
I cover my ears for I don't want to die.
But the noise, it won't fade; it keeps ringing,
In my head, strange voices are swimming.

Help me, please help me.
I'm falling in too deeply.
Hold me, please hold me,
I'm losing my sanity.

Whether I trek a thousand miles or walk across the street,
it all feels the same when either way I'll be in agony.
Condemn myself to die or succumb to a life with nothing,
a morbid decease or a journey so bleak - a loss or a loss - 
this is my fate.

Laugh at my tears, smile at my pleas as rain drowns my sorrows.
Shrug when I beg, leave when I reach for a helping hand to guide me.
The moon is rising this morning, can you see it?
The sun is retreating as I watch the eastern sky.
I wanted to cry, and I wanted to jump,
For the first time in my life I'm ready to give up.
Blackness comes nearer; it's closing in,
too quickly my vision is growing dim.

Help me, please help me.
I'm slipping down the palisade.
Hold me, please hold me,
I'm failing at this life we made.

Whether I trek a thousand miles or walk across the street,
it all feels the same when either way I'll be in agony.
Condemn myself to die or succumb to a life with nothing,
a morbid decease or a journey so bleak - a loss or a loss -
this is my fate.

Cherish my memories, savour my last moments,
wipe the tears from my eyes and kiss the ones on my cheek.
Perhaps I am dying, but it's you I'll be saving,
and that alone has made my life worth living.
Our dreams have entwined, and you've carried my burden,
shared my nightmares and held your end of the bargain.
I could not be fixed, but you tried anyway,
and for that the sun will return one day.

Whether I trek a thousand miles or walk across the street,
it all feels the same when either way I'll be in agony.
Condemn myself to die or succumb to a life with nothing,
a morbid decease or a journey so bleak - a loss or a loss - 
this is my fate.

Forever my fate.