Deconstruction

With each sun rise comes a struggle I know oh so well
I fight demise and try to fill this whole to my hell
Bitterness screams at me like a voice inside my head
Happiness seems difficult, but I'd rather be dead
Every day we grow older. We owe it to ourselves to not grow colder.

You know how humble I can be
It will be the death of me
I turn away from what I need
My own warning, pay no heed
I've never been able to ask for much, but I need your touch.

Perhaps this is the realization I can't do this on my own
Despite my intentions, I've always been alone
I've shut them all out and relied upon myself
This is me running back to you for help
I'm afraid I've broken the final thread. There's too much that needs to be said..