Was It Even Worth It?

You tell me I have to hold on,
You tell me I have to stay alive.
You tell me it won't do any good,
You tell me I have to survive.

You tell me there's an answer for everything,
That there's always another way out.
You tell me life is precious,
It's something I should never doubt.

What if there is no answer?
What if this is my chance?
My chance to finally be happy,
Breathing my last breath, taking my last glance.

What if nothing can help me?
What if I want to break?
What if I want to give into this urge?
What if I end this heartbreak?

Death sounds so peaceful,
Fearless freedom at last.
So placid, so beautiful,
To life it is a wonderful contrast.

So as I lie here, in Satans' arms,
I spare a thought to those I left behind.
Left to suffer in a world without charms,
They have their lives to live, their souls to find.

As I look towards the horizon,
A dark blood-red sun,
I sometimes wonder what might have happened,
If things hadn't gone so wrong.

Was it even worth it?