How Much Longer?

How far can we go till we all break?
How much will we do till we become fake?
I'm already a goner,
I can't hold on any longer.
When will i find myself again?
Standing among the living?
Granted, i have had a throbbing misery.
One of which i handle pensively.
No one can save an individual me.
Importance wastes away as i become a walking corpse.
Some days i could just so easily leave myself behind.
A figure of the past, something that no one will find.
Listen and silent are spelled with the same letters for a reason,
For i shall commit the ultimate treason
Against life, for i shall commit sin.
This will be my blood coming from slashes on my skin.
Spilled on the floor pools of crimson
Mine...my own red.
The kind that leaves you dead.
So tell me now how much longer
Because i'm already a goner.