Does life get any better as I'm s**t at it,
always feeling like my light's never lit.
Sick of the thinking and living in fear,
I often wish for the end to be near.
Don't get me wrong, although mine's mine to take,
it wouldn't be fair and others may break.
The only reason I'm writing these words,
is coz I'm not so selfish, but need to be heard.
A cry for help would be a shot in the dark,
am I really gifted? Is my mind too sharp?
Constantly thinking and wracking my brain,
life is too short so why all the pain?
Torture is living, until I'm set free,
what is life like for the ones that can be...
getting on with their existence, no worry at all,
do they honestly think their world is so small?
So to my my family, my friends, the living...
I'm only still here because of the love you're giving.
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