Past Sadness

Here I sit, wrists steadily bleeding My happiness I see quickly fleeting I think about the pain My friends have shunned me They think me insane The world is quickly spinning like a top What must I do to make this stop Sitting here in my chair I’ve thought Is this whole thing my fault Is this all because of my sinning Is that why my world keeps spinning Why must I feel this way Will I feel better on a new day For some reason I think not my friend It seems as though this is the end All I see is black everywhere Black in th3e sea and black in the air Black in every thing that once was pretty These hopeless feelings are such a pity All I see is a tunnel of bad And my inside all beat up and sad I want to believe my happiness I shall fend But I feel this is the end