R.I.P.

R.I.P.

I got so much stuff going through me right now.

I'm lost and broken but can't even tell you how.

This life, it lives me, not the other way around.

I can see what's happening but both hands are bound.

I'm afraid to speak, to let anyone in.

No one should witness what I keep buried within.

So I'll continue with this charade called 'my life'.

What choice do I have carrying all this pain and strife?

"Thou Shall not lie..." and "Pride comes before the fall..."

and this life I'm "living" is the biggest lie of them all.

I'm so tired and ready to just "Rest In Peace" in my bed,

But you can't commit suicide when you're already dead.

~ Serenity ~