I can feel myself slipping away.
I radiate a feeling of despair,
I want, I strive, I long, I fear,
Can I, will I get better,
Or will this hell be forever?
I was once normal, happy as any other boy,
But life wouldn't allow me to have joy.
I was chosen to suffer,
I fight a losing battle every day.
I cry out "I need someone, please!"
Nobody hears, nobody sees this consuming disease.
I can feel myself slipping away,
No longer do I reach out to others.
Hope is a cruel joke, a thing of deceit,
I fall deeper every day, I'm obsolete.
Life is endless blackness and filled with hate.
I know it's wrong but death sounds great.
So now the choice is there, what do I do.