To My Own Demise

[narrator]

What will I miss more than myself
Just a whisper or maybe an entire verse
What would I want
Just a word, to stop, to speak, to be

I fear my own life more than my death
Is it what could have been
Is it what should have been
It all drags me down

Perhaps I should wait
Perhaps I could make myself wanted
The added perhaps is something that is

I am going to make it
No
Perhaps I am going to make it

Reflections leave me with loss
At a loss
I just wanted life to give me one
One thing

A purpose a reason a removal of this emptiness
Instead it just gets bigger
And perhaps there was more
Or perhaps not

Does it really matter
Did it ever really
Perhaps it really mattered

This is me
Not all I am, or all I ever was
Just me
I’ve got nothing else
Just take it

Is life always like this
When does the sun shine
I never remembered it
I still can’t