What's the point of living life like this? In a world so bleak that I don’t exist. The hardest part is letting go, and to face my time and spend it on my own. The misery is all I’m feeling. And in time it won’t start healing. I hate the person I’m not anymore, each day gets worse and worse as I’m driven down to the floor. And I find myself aching endlessly, in your last moments I wonder if you were thinking of me. And now I know what it's like to be alone, the truth is that I need a way out of life. It hurts to say it doesn’t feel the same, if I reset my life I know I can’t start again. There is only one way this can end, because death is the only thing keeping me from you.