Where I Belong

I am lost in a world of black and white

barren of beauty no hope in sight,

and give away things once dear,

as the taunting rope looms ever ne’er.

For in this life am I no more,

my heart overrun with rampant dolor

There hateful words and phrases so cruel,

as I sit here in silence forever a fool.

There is no escape from the tortures of being me,

I cannot hide, I cannot flee.

Forgive me if I do not stay,

or if my soul flies faraway

this pain it weighs so heavily on me,

I do not know how more to be

so I sing my last goodbye tonight,

and wake no more to morning light,

I’m sorry mum but the music’s stopped

and the ropes so snug and the chair has dropped.

When you wake no more I will be,

but faraway and no more to see.

I cannot breathe, but that’s nothing new

and I hate myself for not coming to you

but some things are not meant to be,

like my life or the existence of me.

So I sing to myself one last song,

and step up to the rope where I belong.