Disappearing into a vortex,
Into a whirlpool of despair,
My mind is forever falling,
As I grasp for help but no ones there,
They say there’s a fine line between life and death,
It’s like sliding down the sharp edge of a knife,
Will we get there in one piece or more?
Will we reach the end at all?
Am I awake or am I dreaming,
In this tortured world of mine,
Screaming and shouting out in anger,
Mind always working overtime,
We need to close our eyes,
And enter our own minds,
There’s loads of excess luggage there,
That we need to find,
Why do you look at me like you do?
Why when I look do I see right through you?
Your eyes have no pupil, there white like pearl,
Just a small black figure, are you a boy or a girl?
You’re all that I could wish for,
And as long as I may live,
I promise you I’ll give you,
All the love I have to give,
Sometimes it’s not enough just to say “I Love You”
But when I say it, I mean it from the bottom of my heart,
Because you’ve helped me through all the bad times,
You’ve helped me through them all from the start
I’m sorry Babe, I truly am,
For the way I am sometimes,
But I’m hurting deep down inside,
Because I can’t read between the lines,
All the writing is faded,
The name and the age,
All the flowers are dead,
It’s such an outrage,
What is life like?
To me it’s like sliding down the sharp edge of a knife,
That’s what life’s like,
Sliding into the darkness, into the unknown,