The End Of The Road

your words eat me up inside
like termites to a nice home
tare my nice kind soul
apart in shreds in moments
till nothing left behind
I must suffer eternity
for being who I am
not like you or your little posse

I could kill myself
without the point of a note
just go outside of the school
and lay on the high way
a part of me still thinks I should
I would have just to escape
these voices that haunt my mind
you just had to add fuel to my fire

peace and quiet I long to hear now
I know its impossible for me
words of hate and anger
strong one day whispers the next
round and round they go
till I feel I'm going insane
reality is helps out of reach
it's only me in a fight on my own

a battle no one else can fight
on my own without anyone there
I know if I give in I've already lost
I just want a break from it all
my will is giving
strength soon follows
my eyes drift shut
to the sound of breaking of bones