Fate

Decide already fate,

should I live or die? 

Put me to rest cause I am a 

walking corpse, no hope.

Lay me down because I stopped trying

tear ducts drying, eyes have stopped crying.

Blood has cooled off in my veins,

skin so numb that it feels no pain,

and a heart so hurt that it feels no fear.

Dying feels easier because living is 

killing me slowly anyway.

So decide fate,

should I live or die,

or perish in the shadow of my sorrows

in this life that I am living.

In this lie that I am living