I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper,
To the point where nothing matters.
I close my eyes and all I see
Is the darkness that engulfs me.
As black as night,
Empty, nothing in sight.
What brings on this state of mind?
For that, I have no courage to find.
I hear the voice whisper,"Get it over with. Just do it!"
But, for my wrist I cannot slit,
Cause I have no courage deep inside,
To make that nagging voice subside.
I pop some pills to feel better,
But still it doesn't matter.
I close my eyes and see his face,
Taking over what once was empty space.
No longer as black as night,
His face is clearly in my sight.
All I can do is cry,
Frequently, I ask the question "why?"
I hear the voice reply, "Get it over with. Just do it!"
But, for the brick wall I cannot hit,
Cause I have no courage deep inside,
To make the replying voice subside.
I go to a shrink,
For him to tell me how I think.
Why I see all these brutal images,
Why I go through all these different stages.
But my heart is still as black as night,
And I am ready to take my flight,
Jump over the bridge, into the sky,
When I hit the bottom, I will die.
Once more the voice demands, "Get it over with. Just do it!"
And then I plummet.
To keep the voice quiet deep inside,
The only way to make the voice subside.
I guess I could have ran away,
But, like always, the voice would have known what to say.