To finish off my wounded spirit, and not suffer through another day.
It seems now near impossible for me to live in bliss,
and seeing others' happiness only brings the knife closer to my wrists.
I no longer take discomfort in other people's pain.
Through another man's salvation what have I to gain?!
Struggling only makes me sink, so I've finally given in.
Now I'm forced to spectate as the ice slowly forms within.
My soul is always crying, yet my eyes are always dry.
My heart is always dying as the time is passing by.
A life without companionship is a life composed of strife.
I've tried to face the storms alone, but I've always paid the price.
Agony has taught me that compassion's for the weak.
But even with a callous heart the road still seems so bleak.
I've given all I have to give, and still I've naught a friend.
I leave the judgement up to you, is this where my tale should end?