Keep On Keepin' On

Life keeps moving ahead of me, while I'm stuck behind.
I'm lagging, growing more tired from every blow to my heart.
I'm turning into a sinister, cold-hearted bitch, and I don't like it.
I'm sensing myself grow further apart from those I love.
Finding it more difficult to silence my screams of agony and fear.
There isn't much more I can do.
I haven't much time left.
I sit in my dark, cold world and ask myself questions.
I try to figure out why I do things, why I act the way I do.
But I realize that time will come to tell my tale.
I am a murderer.
I seek pleasure in hurting others.
I do not murder with my hands, nor a weapon, I murder with my heart.
I murder myself.
Really, in reasonable terms, it's not you who hurts me,
but rather myself.
It makes you think...yes it makes you think.