To Late

IT all started on a whim
I suppose that's how it should end
but alas I wanted to suffer
so i kept going
if only to spite myself
All i wanted was to leave
this place of nightmares
reality


So I tried to carve my way out
but what would’ve been the fun in that
Here i am feasting off my own misery
waiting for the day
that wondrous day
when all will fall away and the misery
be gone.


I am tired of waiting
I hate every second of this place
I also love it
the pain it causes me
such beautiful bliss
if only it wasn't killing me
I deserve it


Just a waste of space
that is me
Here it come the final time
I carved my way through
I am finally free


It is too late now
If only I would've bothered to live
instead of constantly dying in my head