What's the point of staying?
I have no purpose here
What's the point of living?
If I live in fear
What's the point of going on?
If every day is the same
What's the point of breathing?
It's like one big guessing game
Why am I even here?
I'm a purposeless soul
What's the point of trying?
When this all is happening way too slow
When will my suffering end?
My eyes are tired and sore
When will I be accepted?
I don't want to cry anymore
When will the dreams cease?
They make me hate reality
Are they just lies?
They make me wallow in pity
When will this heart stop beating?
I'm really ready to go
When will this chest stop moving?
I'm depleting fairly slow
Is anybody listening?
Do you care at all?
I'm sitting here waiting
And getting ready to fall..
