ganzhimself

Breathe?

Its difficult for me to even move
While gasping for a breath of fresh air
Because I can hardly breathe
With the weight of my decisions
Crushing down on my pathetic life
I keep thinking about me, and the ending
I keep hoping will soon come
Ever so silently and swiftly, cuz Id give in
There are no splints for broken dreams
There are no splints for broken dreams
Yet everyone keeps telling me
Today is worth living through
Tomorrow is worth fighting for
And they all ask the same question
Is yesterday really worth dying for?
Everyday greets me with a closed door
Can I ever spread my wings and soar
Again?
Yet everyday I struggle for air
Quietly I stand in front of the mirror and stare
At the shell of a man that I have become
Id rather bleed for days on end
Instead of seeing myself like this everyday....
Just being here is so cold and alone
As my veins weep, I feel my blood freeze
Id rather bleed for days on end
Than face the pain that dwells deep inside my hollow heart
Yet I keep living
There are no splints for broken dreams
Today is worth living through
And tomorrow is worth fighting for
But can I lay it all on the line???
Id rather bleed for days on end
Yesterday may be worth dying for after all
When everyday I feel anything but fine
The clock is ticking life away second by second
Yet the only seconds I know are second guesses
Second chances rarely ever exist
All my chances are now in flames
Soon all that will remain is ash
Then there will forever be nothing
As it was before me