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I'm alone in this empty world,
Will my fear not subside,
And on the floor I lay curled,
Only my face do I have.

I'm only a shell of my former self,
I'm missing something very vital,
I'm always wanting something else,
Instead of pain's arrival.

Lonliness begins to take it's toll,
As I start to imagine a way,
To save my life and this soul,
To live another day.

The longer I think and pray,
The clearer it becomes to me,
That every moment I delay,
Is fear of my reality.

Left now with a choice to make,
To live or use this blade,
Then I think of my mistakes,
And all my choices made.

Left now with a choice to make,
Always asking myself why,
Because I hate every step I take,
Now I can choose to die.