I feel myself slipping away.
I feel the cold creeping in.
I cannot get away.
I have grown so weary.
Time after time.
When's it all going to stop?
It has to some time.
But I am just not strong enough to hold
on till then.
I'm just not sure whether I have the will
or not to hold on till then.
It's easier to hide away.
I just want it all to end.
I cannot fight.
I am afraid.
Loneliness and despair, my only friends.
All others have forsaken me.
Everyone has lied to me.
Everyone has betrayed me.
And I cannot live with any of this any more.
Call me weak.
Call me a coward.
I just do not care.
Turn out the lights.
Lock all the doors.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(05/12/2012)
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