Collecting Me

Location

35811
United States
34° 47' 22.596" N, 86° 28' 45.9696" W

There comes a point
In everyone’s lives
To turn the page
And step into the light

To let their future
Take its course
Let it run free
No fear nor force

But when the lights go out
And the darkness consumes
My hearts fills with doubt
And saddening fumes

All my walls
Start to crash
Crumbling inside
Surprisingly fast

I run down a lit hallway
To get away from my demon
But it’s always faster
Than anything I’m dreaming

An aching heart
Wanting to be free
But it’s chained up inside
Suffocating me

I just want release
From the trap I’m in
Because I can’t get out
Nothing to bend

There are things I could use
To help me disappear
From a world that has no limits
With shadows and fear

It can’t be that simple
To take my own life
I’ve been through so much
To end it all tonight

But as I look around
I see the fear
I’m not alone
People are near

They understand
That it’s no fun being alone
Having no one
To call your own

No friends to hug
Or go out and have fun
I’m just sitting alone
With no one

But they understand
They can help me through
They listen and care
With everything I do

So I’ll survive one more year
And see what it brings
All I know is that
Suicide is not collecting me

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