Low

I don’t want to live without you… I have never been this low…
Christmas seems cold and lonely, and I just want to go…
Nothing gives me pleasure, and smiles are only lies…
I wish the sun would filter through all my gray skies…
I know I am the cause of all my problems, and to fix them is too late…
I won’t make it through the day choking on all this hate…
I don’t blame you for leaving, and I know all my chances have been spent…
Even as I write these empty words, there is no real way to vent…
I’m not trying to gain attention, so don’t feel sorry for me…
I’ll die here from a broken heart, for from myself I cannot flee…