I am but a tortured soul;
Drifting along the everyday decisions of my ever ending life.

Death must be easier than this.

I think about you continuously;
Yet you never seem to stay.

Death must be easier than this.

In a short time you have become my life and my love;
But you continue to hurt me and disregard my feelings.

Death must be easier than this.

I think about ending it all;
It seems to be the best way to be at peace.

Death must be easier than this.

In my mind I am already dead;
I am an insomniac;
The world hates me and I hate it back.

Death must be easier than this.

Love is not a an equal playing field;
You do not love me the way I love you.

Life is pain;
It must end.
And when that day comes;
I will welcome Mr. Reaper;
With open arms;
And the same love I once had for you;
Until I realized your love was not equal to my love.

I cut my wrists from end to end;
And end the pain...