Hero

I once was who I used to be, Lost in the fallout of my wake, Crying out for someone to hear my plea, Living in the choices I wish to forsake. Subjection of a muddled mind, Free falling to the obvious end, Conviction I have still yet to find, Hopelessness becoming my normal trend, Lost in a stare, peering over the edge, Gripping tightly to the end of my rope, My soul splatters under a sober sledge, Left abandon, with no way to cope. Time has come, calling on all heroes, Self destruction is what I crave, Burying a secret that nobody knows, Stepping up to the ledge, I need to be saved. Pain and misery that’s felt can’t be withdrawn. Falling tall and hard, all the heroes are gone.