death
Death is knocking at my door again tonight
I’m trying so hard to slam the door in his face
But each day it gets a little harder
He’s been persistent comin round every night
Im crying myself to sleep yet again as yet another person walks out on me
Next time he comes a knocking i may not slam the door and the gates to hell open a little wider each day
Each laugh and snide comment pushes me a little closer to the edge
I'm trying to push through this nightmare But nobody sees the struggle inside my head nobody sees my pain
Death has an offer more promising than my life right now
Nobody understands how hard i'm trying to belong somewhere
He has made a point that is hard to dispute i am unhappy
Once again my classmates have made me feel as though i'm unwanted
He appears snickering just as i throw myself on the bed crying yet again
Pushing myself through day after day of laughing and snide comments
Death sees me painting with silver on a canvas invisible to the world
Each day the canvas gets a little larger a little more detailed
Death alone has seen the masterpiece that is my nightly canvas