I'm hanging on by a thread
A single piece of thread holds me bound
It keeps me from falling
Falling down into the cold
Deep into the unknown.
I wonder what would happen next
Would this thread snap
Or would I tire and let go
I guess whichever one happens
The conclusion is the same
I'll finally fall.
Why do I even hold on
Why am I still struggling
when I'm obviously tired
I guess I know the answer to that question.
No matter how much I tire of everything
The uncertainty of what comes after haunts me
It is that singular reason I'm still holding on
Holding on to this hell of a life
This truly is funny.
I'm not doing it for me
Certainly I'm not doing it for them
They don't deserve it
And I'm sure they won't even notice if I fall
They won't bat an eyelid nor shed a tear.
I think it'll even make them happy
One less hassle for them
I was never what they wanted
They've never shown any emotion toward me.
If I was somewhere else
Maybe born in a different home
Maybe things would have been better
Maybe I would never have thought this way
Too bad we're here already, no need for wishes or dreams.
The pain grows stronger
I can bear this hurt no longer
I'm not sorry, I'm giving back this curse in the guise of a gift. Taking it right back to God
That's if he even exists.
Goodbye!