Misery

Living without acceptance
is like dying without importance
And my thirst for importance in this world is rising
Pushing me through the edge of my existence.
And if killing myself is the answer to my endless pain,
I should have cut my wrist and let it bleed.
As I heard the whisper of death,
the spell breaks,bringing the entire curse.
And here I am. . .
Suffering like a helpless victim;
fighting for death and survival as I scream.
For so many times I've endured the pain,
I became stone-cold and numb.So now, as I lay dying
I can't stop the tears from falling.
As it fell in the ground,it turns to ashes
I felt that my vampiric heart breaks.
And as I close my eyes,I'm just waiting for my time to come to its end.