It’s hard to live such a life
Where pain is all you know
And on bruised knees shall you fall
No one to help, no one to care

Love becoming elusive
Darkness forever inevitable
But what is to become of my lowly human soul
When my body no longer lives

My dreams can never be numbered
Like stars that decorate the darkness
Producing hope, even in the smallest amount
But never enough to believe in fate

My destiny is mine to follow
Like my dreams that create the night scene
While here I sit looking at my masterpiece
Awaiting my lost fortune to find me

Trust that is long forgotten how to give
Faith that has never been experienced
My life laying simply in the palms of all others
To mold and create as they see fit

The eyes of humanity always watching
Every move, step or breath
Criticism forever hidden behind the darkest of thoughts
Out-casted from the mass of out-casts

With no where to go, to belong
And no one to trust or believe
What is to become of a soul
That no longer wishes to live

My life was given to me
Who says I can not take it away swiftly
Painless, yet so gruesome
Even the strongest of wills will crumble at the sight of my deed

With the blood splattered walls
And the red stained sheets
Forever will humanity remember my final choice
To simply escape it’s invasive gaze

Glance upon my horribly marred body
See the end I have so promptly created for myself
Freeing myself of criticism and fate
And entering this realm of darkness