Life is my Torture.
Death would be my Release.
Agony is my rival,
From which I have no relief.

Dreams from which I cannot wake.
Hopelessness that I cannot fake.
Shattered goals crashing to an halt.
Can't help but wonder if its all my fault.

Or am I a pawn
In life's little game
Doesn't matter I guess,
The end for all is the same.

A lifeless corpse,
Without a soul to cry.
Check Mate my friend.
Its time to Die.

If time could stand still
Just for a little while?
Where would you want it to stop?

Would it be to see your child born again?
Your duaghter getting marrried?
Or would you say last words to a loved one,
Before they move on?

Mine would be...
To look at the sky
As the birds soar high.
To feel the fresh rain on my face.

I would love to go back
And enjoy the little things
That I dismissed, unnoticed.
Even hear the churchbells ring.

The season is spring,
Full of new life.
Green leaves, Flowers blooming
But still my world is still dull.

Oh, how I need the rejuvanation
For I have been uprooted
And dying from the thirst
Of this new habitat.

Wilted and weak,
I wonder will I ever grow
To my fully mature self,
Or just fade and die?

As the sun comes out
To warm my heart.
The dew on my leaves
Is enough for a fresh start.

She was my world,
My reason to live,
Taught me how to love
Taught me how to give
All the good I know
Was learned through her
Now I must learn something new
How to live life without her

The day the angels sang a song
Cause another Angel came home
She walks the streets of heaven
and will never be alone
This Day a grown man cried
cause his true love had died..

Confusion clutters my mind,
In my time of despair.
Why does it even matter?
Why do I even care?
Should I let go,
Or should I hold on a little longer?
Will the pain go away
Or grow even stronger?
As my heart breaks again,
Does anyone realize,
The way I am feeling,
Or the way I hurt inside?
Do they close their eyes
To my desperate plee,
Or am I in the way
And they choose not to see?
It really doesn't matter anymore!
I am in my own private hell!
Noone would understand anyway,
These feelings I know so well.
So I will carry on,
As I always do.
I would like you to know
The someone, anyone in this message
Is You...

Letters sealed with kisses
And broken promises.
Letters filled with love,
And many other things I miss.

They say you will love me forever
And cherish me always.
That you will be by my side
Until our dying Day.

You broke my heart
And said Goodbye..
Now all your letters do
Is make me cry.

You have another life now
With someone else.
Your letters are in a box,
High upon a shelf.

I can't read them anymore.
It's just to much to take.
All they are, are empty words and lies!
Just a reminder of our Bad Goodbye.

Lonely, even with someone in my arms.
Poor, even with wealth untold.
Worthless, even though irreplacable.
Coward,even though my mind is bold.

Scared, even without cause.
Worried, although I can't do a thing.
Ugly, but beautiful inside.
Beautiful voice, but still scared to sing.

Confused, although everything is understood.
Pain, even though I'm numb.
Broken heart, even filled with love.
Smart, although I feel dumb.

These are the things I deal with.
everything wrong is right.
Do you think you could handle
Living my life??

God? If you are listening?
God? If you can hear?
Please keep me from suffering
And take me away from here.

Look over my friends and family.
Keep a smile on their face.
Help them realize
I'm in a much better place.

To the people who have hurt me,
I wish them no harm.
Nothing would matter then anyway.
I'd be safe in your arms.

God? Please understand,
I've done the best I can
And all I pray for now,
Is the peace I've never had.

Come sweet death,
Presude the life from me.
Take me from this torture!
Set me free!!
In this death that i wish for,
Solutions are found
And from my agony
I am unbound!
Hands around my throat!
I cannnot breathe!
Eyes sewn shut!
I cannot see!
Take the soul
From this earthly flesh!
Then take me away..
PEACE IN DEATH!

I'd rather laugh than shed a tear.
Always be the brave one,
And never show fear.

Noone knows I hurt
And long to be myself.
I always put others first
And place my thoughts and feelings on a shelf.

My dreams collect dust
Like a picture on a wall.
I'm sure someone would answer,
If only I would call.

But pride is a brutal trait
That most men have.
To scared to show weakness.
Maybe that is why I'm so sad?

If I could control my feelings,
Maybe my heart would begin healing.