Come and play a game with me.
Come step into my world.
A place where pain and sorrow are my only constant companion.
A world where nothing is as it seems and everything falls apart.
In my world it is dark and cold, and no one can lend a hand.
In my own personal hell you are given many gifts, only to have them taken away.
Like a child being punished for a mis deed they take away what you hold most dear.
Happiness and love are stolen away and made to disappear.
Peace of mind and comfort are hidden from my view.
I hear the voices trying to soothe the savage beast that I have become.
Their words fall on deaf and defiant ears.
I hear only the beating of my own heart.
A beating which slows by the hour.
As time ticks by so do the seconds on my fragile sanity.
Alone in my torment, alone with my pain, alone wallowing in my confusion.
Could anything hurt more, than what has been taken from me?
Take my arms, take my legs, these are things modern medicine can replace.
When love is taken from your heart, no master surgeoun can repair that.
It leaves a hole in your being, a hole no drug can fill.
I count the piling ciggarette butts, and listen to the growl of my empty stomach.
Nothing sounds good, nothing feels good, nothing looks good.
My eyes grow heavy, from a lack of sleep.
I lay awake imagining where I went wrong.
My heart aches for the only one who can save me.
Why has God ignored my most important prayer?
Why has he allowed my one true love to fade away?
What have I done to deserve all of this?
How can I get back the joy I have lost?
Is it at the bottom of a beer bottle?
Or perhaps in a hand full of pills?
Maybe if I smoke myself to oblivion, I'll find whats missing here?
In times like these I wish I was different.
I wish I didn't care.
I wish I could tell her shes left no scar.
I wish I could tell her that my heart isn't broken and that my sorrow isn't real.
The very person who once saved my rotting soul has now plunged it back into hell!
I don't know where I am anymore, and I no longer care.
I've given up all hope for my mind to return.
It is wrapped around the past few days, trying to decipher the code.
The code that made my world fall to the earth and shatter.
She loved me once.
I was her hero and her friend.
Now I am a burdeon, nothing more than a thorn in her side.
I wanted only to be close to her, to love her for who she is.
I did my best, I was all I could be, I gave her all I had.
I am no longer myself, a man I finally accepted.
I am now a shell, an empty husk, waiting for the crows to pick my bones.
Although my body lives on my spirit is now dead.
Love is not real if it can be so easily thrown away.
If you love someone, you don't cast them aside.
I am not a play thing.
I am a human being.
I can't be shoved under the bed when you don't have time for me.
I can't be brought back out when your bored and need the company.
For one day you will reach for me, and my hand will not be there.
In its place will be a shadow of where I use to be.
I will be in my dark place.
The only place where I truly belong!
