Too Far Gone

The pain is all I have left now.  It seems I'm all alone.

The knife is to my wrist now, and I am too far gone.

There seems little joy left in this world for me.

I know what you see, but it is not the same as what I see.

You confuse me with your words, though I know you do not lie.

How can it be alright when all I can do is cry?

I don't want to be here in this life of pain any more.

When it comes time to die, I shall gladly walk through that door.

And when I die, do not cry for me, I will no longer be alone.

But I will be out of your reach, too late and too far gone.