Sometimes it feels as if all the things I  love  will always hurt me in the end,
I smile with strength but am terrified if this hope is a foe not a friend,
There are wells of tears silently cried for past times I was wrong,
I always seem to follow into the lion's den the siren deceitful song,
I tried to be okay when the sunlight once again left me alone,
I tried to convince my heart the darkness was my suitable home,
I just need one more day to turn it around i promise myself each night,
Then to tomorrow comes proving over and over that promise was never right,
My twisted fate becomes more and more clear,
I'll never survive and my death will be here,
Ending clutching the things I once loved releasing my last silent single tear.