You took everything away from me.
You did it all with pride.
You struck down every dream I had.
Just to see me cry.
One by one, the scars gathered upon my skin.
One by one, the torments arise within.

When will it be my turn to be taken away?
I want to feel my release.
I did everything I could.
But the pain never did cease.
Why do I still try to aim for success?
I never win despite trying my best.

When shall my time come?
Why must I remain?
You took it all.
Nearly drove me insane.
The least you can do is lay me to rest.
Why can’t you grant me this one request?

I always tried to do the thing I felt was right.
So why have I deserved this despair and fright?
Why can it not be my time to go?
Everything I loose is everything I know.
And with every broken thought.
This anger grows.

Wound after wound.
I can not seem to feel.
Any sense of hope.
No heart to heal.
Why must I remain?
All I want is some respite.
Something to stop my pain.

Why can’t you come for me?
Why do you refrain?
Come take my life.
Like everything else you’ve slain.
You are too much.
I wish you never came.

So come on and end this.
It is all that is left.
Come back for me.
And grant me my death.