Dying

Life is a carousel of pain and heartbreak. It's up and down and round and round. The high times are highs and the low are lows, but it's never a straight line up. Too many voices in my head it is tearing me apart, every day more and more of me die’s off, I feel dead and yet am alive, oh Let the Grim Reaper take me I'm done with life. My heart is fractured and the sound of it smashes against the walls of my soul, there is nothing left to fall apart. A soul gone broken into pieces. The room lights are fading, the sun is setting down on the old world and no one knows why. A shadow of broken hope is all that is left.