Dsm-iv-tr

Lines of streetlights blind
And illuminate the rain
Blood washes with the water
As it trickles from my veins
This broken bottle begs another
Cigarettes and broken glass
I want this night to cross the line
For this to be my last.

The fear of destitution
Is destroying my life
This spiralling depression
Is tearing me apart.

Screams into the darkness
Bloodied hands outstretched in vain
Begging for the night to take me
Just to fade into the rain
A shadow and a memory
A reflection of a dream
Any reason to stop living
Any way to end this pain.

This hopeless desolation
This emptiness within
I cannot see through darkness
I have to make this end.