To Weak To Live. To Weak To Die

I used to say "I should take my own advice" but where am I left when there is no advice to be taken. Truly lost. Though I don't know where I'm trying to go therefore it shouldnt matter. Pick up the few pieces of my life that I can carry and walk out that door and never look back. I can't see the future and to be honest I cant see past the end of my nose. Im already flat on the ground what does it matter if I trip and fall. at least I'll be moving. What am I saying. I don't have the strength to pick myself up let alone walk out the door. I wish they would just lock me away somewhere and give me something to make it all fade away. I cant stand this much longer.

"Put Out The Light, And Then Put Out The Light."

you told me to believe
and hold on just a little longer.
but believing is for fairy tales.
im no hero,
but im definately tragic.
I'm Othello and my Desdemona is the future.
I killed us both.
This is the final curtain.
All my acts are coming to a close.
I'm a badly written play.
There wont be any applause.
I don't deserve it anyway.
This cant really be considered an end,
since it never really existed.