If Pleasure is Pain

If pleasure is pain, I’m on the verge of death,
Whispering sweet nothings into your ear,
As I take that final breath.

For what’s left in this world,
Is but darkness and tears,
A rude awakening for this young girl,
With so many lost years.

What was once a promising future,
Has turned into nothing more,
Than a dreadful realization,
Of what reality has in store.

My strength is fading fast,
I can barely lift this pen.
As I try so hard to become,
That of which I’ll never be again.

With so many vivid dreams,
Inside my mind I play the part.
Of a girl without the pain,
As if my world has never fallen apart.

But now I sit here,
Wondering at what point I lost the drive.
Sometimes I feel so alone,
In this place where I’m barely alive.

So tonight when I lay down to rest,
I’ll pretend the world’s not so cold.
Close my eyes and drift away,
Into a place where only I can go.