I Cannot find peace for my wretched soul,
I'm falling into a deep,dark hole.
No healing herbs can I fine.
I reach for my gun to blow
out my brain,thinking maybe
this will ease my pain.
But,then I think of those
I will leave behind.
What kind of peace,
After I'm gone,will
I instesd live for yet another day,
Hoping some healing will come my way.
But then,the hurting makes me weep,
And, all I want to do is sleep
The pain is so bad I want to move on.
Please always know I'm never really gone.
And,someday when you can forgive,
Please remember I tried to hang on,
I tried to live.