Come Save Me: Let Me Be

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.
Maybe things won’t have to be this way.
Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,
Is the dawn of some brighter day.

I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.
I don’t know just how to make this right.
The pain and the strain of a loss of hope
Getting only stronger
Is strangling me ever so tight.

I’m on the verge of giving up on life altogether,
Leaning over a precipice.
I’m pushing and inching further and nearer,
And if I go off of the ledge, it could be better.
It sometimes seems the only offering of relief,
And if I try, I won’t miss, and me, you won’t miss.