I Don'T Have The Strength Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Why can't that be me.
Sitting there catching dreams.
One after another.
A place to rest my head.
A place to take cover.
Tired of fighting for the hopeless.
Thoughts of giving up.
Maybe its time for a change.
One where I wouldn't have to rearrange.
Or leave everything behind.
All I left I have is mind.
My one last escape.
My one last embrace.
A man who can't even love himself.
Satans son couldn't be so easily out done.
Look at what I have become.
A creature of loneliness.
A creature of darkness.
Why do falling stars have to fall so hard?
Why does it have to hurt so much?
Pins and needles down to the touch.
Grabbing a hold of that crutch.
Trying so hard to stand straight up.
But I just can't.
I can't even pretend to keep up.
The strength is no longer in me.
Fighting back but it is not mattering.
Beat and staggering.
Getting dizzy, so woozy.
Sick to the stomach.
This is not me.
This is somebody else.
It can't be.
Does anyone even hear me?
Everything is going black.
Sight failing.
What is next.
I'm so helpless.
I have nothing left.
Not another confession.
That's just a distraction of the eternal pain.
It won't simply go away.
It is almost welcoming and inviting.
A twisted sensation, is better then feeling nothing.
Nothing at all.
And to think it came right after that fall.