I grip my hand but...nothing is there,
I look up into the sky, but...no one stands over me
I close my eyes to find you there, but memories
are long gone.
Why am I here? if I'm not meant to be?
Why do I still live? if no one wants me alive?
why do the shadows taunt me in my nightmares
beckoning me to come forth? maybe it is better
fo everyone if I take the shadow's hand.
I am not meant to be in this world, I need to get away,
away from the nightmares and the hate felt towards me
I need...to leave solid ground, where no one can reach me,
which is why I bring this sharp edge into my chest, where
I shurely will leave this world and as I fall I hope that I can
open my eyes once more and see your face, and the light beyond.