Thoughts of leaving, so sick of this place.
The heart beating bodies, walking, talking and breathing the same.
I lay here, just wanting some change, I'm not seeing any.
It's all the same, were all the same.
Watching it all go to an end, I'm happy, until I awaken.
It was all just a dream.
Sitting here in my own self-pity.
Thinking why, why can't it just be easier?
Easy in ways that I cannot explain.
Hoping for a day, that will never come.
The day that nobody else wants, is a day I'll finally be free.
In my last words, whispering goodbye.