a playground sits, forgotten
ropes on the swings are rotten
broken slides and monkey bars
covered in graffitied scars
here the skies are always dark
burnt down trees with blackened bark
my private world now stands neglected
reflecting how i feel rejected
pushed away by those i love
frowned upon by those above
i sit and swing on molding seats
into myself, i now retreat
i'd rather be numb than open my eyes
i'd rather be dead and say good bye
i'm tired of hate and weary of pain
sick of covering by acting insane
so i sit and swing through eternal night
ready to give in without a fight
swallow me up, evening sky
i think i'm finally, ready to die |