As The Days Go By

Life, partly in my eyes

As the different days pass me

I reflect "If my life worth still living or am I just a wste?"

Knowing the truth befor the answer comes out

Why am I here, I don't have purpose.

The people of life taunt me.

Knowing that I don't belong either.

Making it worse I should just pull the trigger.

Just one shot and I could dead in a second.

No, too bloody, somewhere no one could ever find m ybody, be less painful.

No one would really care, see that my life never seems to impact anyone

So why try to be in anyones life, i fall I do is bring misery to them.