Drowning

When life's empty and pointless and hurts like Hell
And your body feels as only a shell
And the wavering screams of dying souls in your ears
Manifest themselves as your tears
But you wipe your eyes and realize
That the echoing cries are your own
As you die inside.
When life's empty and pointless and sucking you down
And it's all you can do not to drown
And the unholy screams
Of vivid ghosts in your dreams
Are wreaking havoc on your mind
And you can't seem to find
A way, a sign.

When this life doesn't do for you all that you'd hoped
And you feel like there's nothing left than to let go
And you're planning and plotting, at the end of your rope
'Cause the noise in your head stopped the day your mind broke
And the silence isn't peaceful (as they so often wrote)
And because of this, all of this, you can't go on
So you plan and you plot and you must go through
With this God-awful plan that will end what is you
And as you're about to decisively do
What will turn into the one, last, final fuck you-

Stop.

Because of the ones who care.
And worry and stress and nearly pull out their hair
Wondering why nothing they do or they say
Is helping you not to feel this way.
They think "is it me?
Is it my fault that she
Thinks nothing is worth living now?"
So for once think of someone
Who isn't yourself

'Cause when life's empty and pointless and hurts like Hell
And your body feels as only a shell
Nothing your mind makes you think that you know
Is worse than the life that is hurting you so.
So live it-
And don't let it go.