To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I had hoped to be strong
To stand tall and never cower again
Instead I broke apart and fell
I cried myself into oblivion
I lost my mask

Thinking back, perhaps I was lying
And I fooled myself
Maybe I was meant to be weak
To succumb to the wrath of others,
And lose all that I tried to gain

Sincerely, it hurts to keep on fighting
I tried to be someone better
To be a being who doesn't contain pitch black bruises on their heart
But my glass broke, and I fell down in my crimson coffin

Maybe this is my purpose,
To be a weakling
To bleed so that others may feel better
Never be selfish, but wonder why no one loved me
But I just can't accept this
I can't
I just can't accept this life
I won't bow down
I won't be used

Honestly, I don't know if I can make it
This struggle drains me
But my pride won't have it
I'll keep on fighting till my last breath
This may not be the purpose of my life
But I refuse to live undead

I won't lie anymore
I'm terrified and hurt
I cry and bleed
But just because I have my weak moments doesn't mean I'm not strong
Perhaps my life was meant to be miserable,
But I won't allow it
I'm in command of my life
I will change this cursed story
I will fight to live