All Alone

It's like I'm standing here all alone
no one here to hold
chained inside my head
ripping it all to shreds.

My own little home
a perfect little fantasy
it all burns to the ground
trying to escape reality.

Sitting here so cold
letting the chill of death take hold
battling with my heart
until one of them admits defeat.

My mind has a split personality
two faced you may say
for one desires to see what the future holds
while the other fights to die alone.

It's a conflict so strange and unreal
you don't see me here at all
it's not like I ever existed
so why do you care at all?

I try to tell you how it all should be
the smile that would be put on your face
the pure bliss that would enter your life
if death was a visitor to me.