I try,
I really do.
but no matter how many times,
I'll still never be as good as new.

I wish I could show you the self that isn't scarred up,
that still has that happiness in it.
This body is just torn up and destroyed,
so please don't give me another hit.

I wanna feel special,
when I'm around you I DO.
You aren't as proud as I am though,
feelings that are dying to a few.

I'm starting to had doubts mixed with sadness,
concurring thoughts that contradict madness.
Stabilize my brain once more,
support thoughts that are fadless.

I suppose we'll see again,
my thoughts are about to die.
Can't we find a larger room,
so I can just have space to lie?

I don't need much to live,
but too much to die.
I have to stay up,
my brain is still alive.