Afraid of Pain
I used to go to bed each night and pray that I’d die in my sleep.
After all, God has always had my soul to keep.
I never used to be afraid to die,
But if I said that now it would be a lie.
I cannot bear the thought of leaving the people who care behind.
Because I’m afraid of what they might do to themselves.
I know what it’s like to feel worthless.
I know what it’s like to feel useless.
I want someone to take away all pain and my tears.
Because they’re my worst fears.
They make me weak.
Out of life, happiness is all I seek.
Yes, I experience extraordinary pain.
Throughout my entire brittle body, I am not sane.
My scars are fading.
My entire body is aching.
My scars emancipate me.
They somehow make me free.
They show me that my future was brought on wrong.
But I still stayed strong.
Without someone to rescue me,
I don’t know how long I can keep myself going.
I have been reaping what I have been sowing.
I can’t keep going on like this forever.
Someone help me before it’s never.
