This life you give to me. Oh why must it be. It rots in the sun, And wont stop till its done. I am a wilted flower. I have lost all of my power. I use to think my life would mend.
In my life. I start turning towards the knife I have bad days, then worse days. Friends and family are just becoming a haze. I look to the left, and I look to the right, I truly try with all my might. However now I know my life must simply end.
