Ashamed of what I am...
So I end it now.
Embarrassed of who I have become...
So I end it now.
Taken from this life's imperfect mold...
But I can't fix it.
Broken from this life's lovelessness...
But I can't fix it.
I can try to love, to live, to want, to feel...
But I can't make it last without reception.
My heart needs to feel another's rhythm.
My hand needs to feel another's touch.
My strength needs to feel another's help.
My faith needs to feel another's devotion.
I cannot make it last much longer--
My heart, my hand, my strength, my faith, feels nothing.
No more loving, no more living,
No more wanting, no more feeling...
So I end it