still

every day i drag on
singing the same sad song
just another day just another wrong to come my day
i hold my head up in silence keeping my tears at bay
my soul has become a still
and my life all seems a bad pill
here i rot in pain
staying all the same
waiting for someone who wants what i can give
but until then i lay here with a hear leaking as a shiv
it all seems so distant
the world and ever thing in it
but i am persistent
so when the call is insistent
i try and put my tools of distraction down
and i feel the desire pound
i deeply want to live
but here my soul is still and my heart is leaking like a shiv