I don't have time,
To play these little games.
I don't know why,
But they all seem the same.
The same torture,
All the same hate and pain.
And then I fall over,
I have to start over again.
It's not fair of you,
To judge me the way you do.
I hate all these lies,
All this shit you put me through.
But I know the end is near,
I know what is ahead of me.
In the window of my mind,
The picture is drawn perfectly.
The fog begins to melt away,
Time stands still in it's place.
A dream begins to appear,
And there I am, hands on my face.
My cheeks are pale,
My hazel eyes are red.
I am haunted by visions of death,
Something that I always dread.
I have a fear of being alive,
Yet worse, being not.
I still have a long life to live,
Or so I thought.