Many Things
I can do a lot of things and do them well, always have.
This what I have been asked I fear I cannot do . . .
What’s more important in this is how I no longer wish to.
I can do many things and do them well, always have.
These are my feelings and they run deeply across my soul.
Woe to me I say because I know its over and drawing near.
There lies before me a future full of agony of longing unrelenting.
I can do many things and do them well, always have.
There is one thing left for me to do and I cannot.
Will I continue on I have been asked,
Continue going I’m asked and I cannot do it anymore!
I can’t keep going for much longer, if at all . . .
How long am I supposed to go without hope, without anything at all . . ?
I can do many things and do them well, always have.
This what I have been asked to do I cannot do . . .
Will you understand when I’m gone and I know you wouldn’t
For the blame you would place across your shoulders and why . ?
It’s my life, this is my life and that’s the joke . . right?
Yeah, as if this is living, as if this is even a pale reflection of life at all!!
I don’t want this life anymore, I’m sick of it . . .
No more do I pray for happiness that will never come,
Instead I pray to close my eyes and never awaken again.
I can do many things and do them well, always have.
Please God spare me from growing older, from living at all,
Please take my soul for I am done with this life without . . .
Just let me sleep forever, for there is nothing left for me . . .
Life is empty, meaningless, hollow and all faded away,
There is no colour left in my eyes anymore, ever again!
Just agony, just agony . . .
God won’t give me this prayer I know, instead
God will grant me an eternity of suffering,
For she’s never done anything to answer my prayers before.
Save fill my life with pain, suffering
And horrible oceans of misery that I drown in every waking moment of this . . .
I can do many things and do them well, always have.
I cannot live without . . . I just can’t . . . I . . .
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