breath

I can count the seconds but what for?
Breathing doesn’t matter anymore.

The world seems so bright just for a while,
Before the sadness comes to defile,
The perfect hapyness I once had,
And now it all just makes me mad

Things that may seem easy to hide,
Are just so hard to keep inside.
And even while I have such thoughts,
It seems to me that the whole world plots.

The voices in my head are ringing,
Is it only death the world feels like bringing?

My blood just seems to flow so freely,
All I can feel is cold and steely!

Nothing seems to warm my touch,
All that I know just seems a crutch.
The paper thin walls are cracking quickly,
And for all my suffering I’m becoming sickly

What difference can just one breath make?

Why must we all stay so awake?

One day, ill make the breathing stop
And all the world will become my backdrop.

The world fades with a touch of red,
From all the imagined troubles of the world I’ve fled.
I don’t know what has caused such trouble,
Just look at how the world has turned to rubble.

To think I only needed one gentle touch,
Who gave it really wouldn’t matter much.
All I needed was a friend,
And perhaps I would have avoided this untimely end.

In hindsight things just seem so clear.
And the solution always oh so near.

On the wall I cast my final silhouette