Purpose

What is the point of living on?
What is the point when hope is gone?
My life has become nothing but shit
but every time I try to quit
somebody comes and pulls me free
a purpose to life they promise me
but it is always just a lie
that gives me more reason to want to die.

At this hour I face a grave choice
to decide to wait to hear the voice
of the one who will give me purpose,
one who will always keep me close,
whose caress I will not have to miss
because they will keep that fatal promise
to stay by my side in the darkness
at every step including the hardest.

Or maybe I should put out my light,
let myself be taken to flight,
to be taken into Death's embrace
so this world I won't have to face
so I can forget my purposeless life.
This I think as I stare down this knife.
Should I sheath this knife and wait for my one?
Or turn it on myself and end this run?

I think I should keep my life for now
keep from putting out my faint glow.
Maybe she's just around the bend
till then I'll just have to pretend
that my one is right by my side,
that when I look she will not her face hide.
I'm sure that's why I'm still here
and hope I've made this perfectly clear.