"Grasp"

The world doesn’t look as bright as it did yesterday.
I find myself stuck in a hole that I dug for myself.
Another day, another problem.
The first mistake was waking up.
I try to grasp what I know I can’t have.

Time doesn’t heal a thing, it only proves my point.
Sitting, waiting, wishing, hoping.
Reflecting on my past life.
Searching for closure in all of the wrong forms.
Dear barrel-in-mouth, please numb the pain, and
To the razor on my wrist, get me out of this place.

Finding comfort in nothing, finding peace in no one.
I try to grasp what I know I can’t have.

"The Final Nail"

Spilling my guts on the paper; a four-letter word on the tip of my tongue.
I find no solace, I find no relief.
Just remnants of a broken soul, smashed to pieces on the floor.
Curse me for giving up, curse me for losing hope.

No longer the same.
The beat of my heart slows.
No longer the same.
I’m an empty shell of a human.

Douse the room in gasoline, and strike the match.
I’m setting fire to the past and hoping I don’t get burned.
Running from my problems until my feet bleed.

Entwined by the roots that surround me. I can’t become this.
My faith is gone, yet I fall to my knees and pray.
Cup my ears so I can’t hear the blow of the final nail.
The final nail.