Picture of you

i never had a dream that i could follow through
only tears left to stain dry my eyes once again
i dont know who i am or what i'm gonna do
been so long i been hopelessly confused
this can never really end its infinitely sad
can someone tell me when
something good became so bad
so if you have a cure
to me would you please send
a picture of my life
with a letter telling how
it should really be instead
the precipice is there
but will i ever dare
throw myself in the sky so at last i can die
see i become a man
who holds nothing too dear
who will mind if i just disappear...