talking to myself

a fading smile
a crying face
a simple thought

i cant erase

a dying mind
a pointless chase
without a goal,

through time and space

a slit up wrist
a flow of blood
is this the end

of the life i've got?

a life so hard
that cant be solved
a living so tough
u want it to stop?

the answer is "no,
this isn't the end,
it's just the beginning
of so much more to come"

i know it's unfair
but you gotta pull through
"why?" you ask
well i'm not so sure

but when i find out
i'll let you know
this is a promise
i vow to you