Going Back

Poor down in dust as my words mean nothing,
No voice inside of me as I start to fade.
Maybe I’ve messed up in almost everything,
Everything I’ve ever touched… I’ve ever made.

My sorrow shows in my tears…
The pain you can see in my face…
I’ve been hit with all my fears…
As I for the last time stand in place…

Lies have been told about me…
But this time I will do nothing.
I will let go of those who wish for it to be,
For to them I am nothing.

I’m giving up, I can’t no more…
I’m going back to my old ways…
For my heart I feel has tore…
Nothing will be like the good days…

I’ve gone back to letting the pain out,
Without another word I’ve started again…
Funny thing is no one can hear me cry or shout…
I just want to inflict pain… do I dare say I want to be dead?