Saturday night

This is the part where I have to fight on my own.

When He ripped out my heart, now I’m dying alone.

The pain is unbearable, it’s beyond my control.

But it’s what I deserve, what I have to pay, this toll.

I tried to climb out of this living Hell, but Satan pulled me back down.

I wish I could just die, anything. loss of blood, hanging, or drown.

I can’t breathe anymore, and I’ve given up hope.

I want to keep myself busy, but I just can’t cope.

My sorrow suffocates me, while my maladies bury me alive.

And I sit around all day, just waiting to die.

I cry all night long, wondering when I’ll go to sleep.

This hole of loneliness I’ve dug is just too deep.

Many times I’ve tried to find a way out, but these walls of depresion always swallow my soul.

And to think that once I was whole…