Used to have a flame burning inside.
A flame beautiful and passionate for life.
Then slowly I started to lose my mind.

I used to be so different then I'm today.
Always laughing, there for others and loving.
Then slowly I started drifting away.

Used to draw, paint, read, feel, think and write.
Always surrounded by friends, love and care.
Then slowly I got in touch with my other side.

I used to believe in all these lies above.
A flame has never enlighted my heart.
Then I slowly realised I have never felt love.

I used to be exactly the same as I'm today.
Torn somewhere between anger and sorrow.
My darker side has always been here to stay.

I used to be a child always quiet and thinking.
Thaughts of sadness have always been a part of me.
In these thaughts now drowning and sinking.

I used to feel happy sometimes but never lasted long.
Sadness would always come to visit me again.
Then started to realise something must be wrong.

I sometimes feel nothing, just completely numb inside.
A endless longing for my relief keeps calling me.
Then I started to realise it's time for me to decide.

I'm going to give up all I have lived for.
And abandon all I was going to be.
End this life, there's just nothing more.