On the Bus

“I want to stand with you, Another day, Just take my hand, It’ll be okay...” She’s singing on the bus And I’m dying watching her on YouTube Because she’s lying Because she’s promising a lie Because she’s singing to me Saying all that I wish to say And maybe I just wasn’t made to be loved... Maybe I was just put here to be... And maybe I just wasn’t made to love... Maybe I was just created to live in perpetual hell... Its 2:32 in the morning and the wind is howling outside my window Still it’s nothing compared to the howling inside my soul I drowned once... so long, long ago...and tonight I just wish I finished what I started...followed through Frost is forming on the wall beside my head Shimmering on the pillow where I rest my dead midnight shaded skull But apathy has set in In these shivers I know I’m just going to fall asleep To dream of that morning when I was drowning To relive that moment when my lungs were on fire To breathe in those final heartbeats when my eyes cried out in agony To wake in the lingering pulse of one final beat When all around me lay peace and tranquility It’s so hard...so hard...