writing A Weight Lifted (lyrics)

[DamienTrivahn 50]

A Weight Lifted:

 

So here we are again,

hello misery, my old friend.

Brining back the voices that will never end.

Saying things like I should kill myself,

that no one wants me around,

I look all over, the sorrow in my eyes, begging the question

no one makes a sound.

My mind is set and made,

tonight will be the beginning

of the end.

 

Knife in hand, held to my wrist

this is it, it could be ended

all it will take is one tiny slit

the voice, the voices they will not stop

but as I am about to take action

a tiny voice comes to mind

I don't know who it belongs to

but it is telling me no

it takes the blade away

and for a short while

the voices, the voice, they stop

 

My eyes, they are opened

for at least a short time

I see a hand on my shoulder

and a smile on your face

but I don't know your name

Was I so ready to leave this behind?

For some small thing, that in the grand scheme of things

meant so little in the end?

I look at the bottle,

ready to take the pills,

My sight is closed off, once again

 

Knife in hand, held to my wrist

this is it, it could be ended

all it will take is one tiny slit

the voice, the voices they will not stop

but as I am about to take action

a tiny voice comes to mind

I don't know who it belongs to

but it is telling me no

it takes the blade away

and for a short while

the voices, the voice, they stop

 

Four years later

the voices are stronger than ever

all motivation and ambition

gone forever

I lose all lustre for life and just want it to end

but the only thing that is stopping you

my one true friend

I dont know your name

or your game

but for once, I finally feel sane

 

Knife in hand, held to my wrist

this is it, it could be ended

all it will take is one tiny slit

the voice, the voices they will not stop

but as I am about to take action

a tiny voice comes to mind

I don't know who it belongs to

but it is telling me no

it takes the blade away

and for a short while

the voices, the voice, they stop

 

Another 8 years on,

things finally change

the voices are quiet

and I am ready to take the stage

no more hiding, nor more lying

For once, I am free

free to be me

I will no longer hide behind a mask

And it is all thanks to you

 

Knife in hand, held to my wrist

this is it, it could be ended

all it will take is one tiny slit

the voice, the voices they will not stop

but as I am about to take action

a tiny voice comes to mind

I don't know who it belongs to

but it is telling me no

it takes the blade away

and for a short while

the voices, the voice, they stop

 

I finally know your name, and your game

Thank you true self, for showing me the way

showing me the way out of my state of misery

And started me on the path to my delivery

 

 

(If you want to know the story behind this, please feel free to ask)

Also, comments are welcome ^^

[Lunatic Cake 1,618]

It's not bad but it's not necessarily something special in terms of greatness. Sure it is special but I think it could be better. It was good to read but it's missing something. ^^