I'm speaking to the empty air,
by Myranda Strassman
no one's here and I fall into myself.
I know I can't stop the pain,
even if I wanted to will it all away.
I don't want to give into the pain,
I don't want to close my eyes,
fallen hopes at my feet,
I regret the life I chose,
I lost everything I loved long ago.
My soul is too lost to be saved now,
no one here to rescue me,
death is about to overcome me.
Will I be denied the right to live?