A friend's voice echoes through the telephone
And that's wen I force myself to believe
That that small comfort really is enough.
I try to remember that I am loved
And not utterly alone in this place
But doubt can get through the smallest of cracks.
I realize that people do care for me
But I also know that I hate myself
For being so selfish and ungrateful.
At least I get this little bit of warmth
There are others who have never felt warm
And will only freeze the people they touch.
But even if I have the chance to shine
I'm being suffocated by the lies,
The hurtful things, the pain, the tragedies.
I am utterly disappointed in
Not only the failures in my own life
But the cruelty of all humanity.
We push, we pull, we fight, we massacre.
That is a horrible waste of talent
I don't want to be so naive and false.
I want to bring smiles to those I care for,
Not bitter hatred and countless regret
But i have no idea how to reach them.
They're flashes of light I can't hold onto,
I can't make them understand my feelings
So this will be the last night I stand here.
Without really making a difference
I will fade into no one's memory
That's scary but I guess I deserve it.
I turned away pure acts of acceptance
Because I needed something I could hold
Only fitting that I should die alone.
The only thing that will bare witness to
The final moments of my existence
Is the lonely sound of the dial tone..
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