The Death of Hope.

If you read this tomorrow, I might be dead

Death is the only way, to kill the thoughts in my head

That torture me slowly, that kill me inside

The truth is that years ago, I already died

Your knife cut holes deep in my back

Lies turned my soul, forever black

I thought that love might come my way

But still I'm waiting, for the day

For who could love a girl like me

Through depressions eyes, is all she sees

Murder murder, as it tears her apart

She wishes herself back, straight to its start

Freedom's wings can carry you far

Above the moon and past the stars

But when you're locked in your mind, you'll surely fall

Death then awaits you, when you cannot stand tall

The world is violent, can break you inside

But exactly three years ago, I'd already died

A knife through the heart, a perfect way to go

Just bury me beneath, the falling snow

I can face death, for I have faced life

Surely there is no greater strife

Than waiting for everything, yet expecting nothing

Yet daringly hoping, that love brings you something

Falling asleep, pretending hope's near

Pretending your shielded, from your own fear

Waking up, with a knife in your chest

Is this why, they call life a test?

My God has left me, alone on my knees

Turned his ear, from my tortured pleas

Strength surely left me, three years ago

So bury me deep, beneath the snow....

This time tomorrow, they'll dig me my grave

Because I could never, choose to be brave

The weak are sent, straight down to Hell

Gods wrath surrounds me, and my soul he will sell

When you read this tomorrow, I will be dead

Death was the only way, to kill the thoughts in my head

Don't blame yourself, for what I felt inside

The truth is that years ago, hope already died