The Pain

The tears don’t stop

It’s an endless stream

The hurts piercing my heart

Like a endless dream

A empty bottle of pills

On the floor by the bed

The safety was on

When I pulled the trigger

Of the gun

Nothing but dull

Was the blade of the knife

So many times I wished

I could just end my life

No matter what I would try

I just can’t succeed

Numbing the pain

By getting high on the weed

How long will I have

To live with the blame

To me it’s my life

To you it’s a game

Is there any remorse

Or guilt at all

Or was I just another

You pinned to the wall

Was I the first?

Or maybe the last

Will there be others

The pain will never surpass

The closer I get

The further I run

To escape all the fears

That again it will be done

So many feelings

Yet a word I can’t say

To describe what you did

To me that day

It must be a sign

I wasn’t meant to succeed

With every cut on my wrist

Every hit of the weed

Now’s not my time

I am meant to do more

Maybe help others

Who have been here before?

I always imagined

What if I saw you once more?

Until the day I did

I felt I was pinned back to the floor

The worst of it is

You don’t know what you’ve done

Your face I pictured

When I tried pulling the trigger of the gun

My back seat I check

Everywhere that I go

Afraid that you’re watching

Yet I would never know

I have to live everyday

With the pain that’s inside

As I lay awake nights

So many tears I have cried