Everyday it gets harder
To get out of bed,
To feel enthusiastic about life,
I can feel the pain inside of me
Growing and spreading,
Filling my soul,
Pouring into the corners of my body.
Little things I once did without much thought,
Now take the greatest of efforts.
Sometimes I don't feel like I'll ever get better
And start thinking this pain is endless.
To be honest I don't even want to be alive anymore,
And find myself pleading for eternal rest.
I just don’t want to hurt anybody,
In the act of taking my final breath.