I am responsible for my own misery,
I am the one who created this hell.
I should have known better, and gotten help,
The very first time I fell.

I kept on finding excuses,
I kept on spreading blame.
I kept on telling myself lies,
and building this burning flame.

Now here I am helpless, depressed and lonely.
Wanting, wishing, hoping to end it all.
But I don't have the strength to **** myself,
Or the will to keep fighting through this wall

I have lost faith in god,
and the belief in the soul within.
No sight of my goals or my dreams.
No idea of who I was and who I have lately been

During the day I am the naïve, happy, jolly person everybody sees,
and by night a depressed, lonely, pathetic freak.
I feel like I should talk to someone,
But I know everyone has problems of their own.

Why is this so difficult?
Why cant I just live life and have fun?
There's talk about robbers, ****** and terrorists.
No one is hurting me but myself; there is no one else to blame: I am the one!

People like me need to start taking charge of their own life.
Aiming higher and taking the dives
Or we will end up like lifeless dolls,
After the world is done directing our lives.

Accidents and miracles do happen,
But the chances are very low
Now lets stop gambling with our lives
and just watching the show.

Accept some things,
and change some if u need to.
Work very hard,
but then take a break when you need to.

Just remember to keep doing things,
and never give up.
Because the story isn't over until,
The End.