The End of Me

Working on healing old wounds, and I also want to write more poetry/music. So, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. So here it is, the first memory...

I sat on the floor next to the trashcan, 

Face in my hands, knowing this was the death of me

Couldn't look back, what was done was done

Lava dripped down, as I began to drown

A barren wasteland, a memory of what I used to be

How will I forgive myself this time

I told myself that I'd kill myself, but I knew I couldn't 

This is the end of me

He was wrong, but also right

Paranoia and accusations thrown at me

Somewhere deep I felt a light, 

A guide, a confidence, a calmness 

A barren wasteland, a memory of what I used to be

How will I forgive myself this time

I told myself that it was the right thing to do

This is the end of me

Time moved on, and I knew the darkness 

Shadows moved in my room at night 

Tears flowing into the non-linear

Water burning my skin was the only relief

A barren wasteland, a memory of what I used to be

Growing sick of what I have become

I knew that I couldn't stand another moment

This is the end of me

This is the end of me

That was the end of "me"