Dreading every ******* day
Hoping for the best

Waking up every morning knowing I'm already dead
Letting the pain leave my chest

Covering my scars, hiding this massive hole in my heart
Taking a deep breathe, baby steps

Lighting up a cigarette, told myself I'd quit last week
Staring myself in the mirror, telling myself I'll be brilliant

Crying in the car, rambling on about some awful **** that I did
Starting the conversation, never letting my mind wander

Walking through the halls, dwelling on the past, dwelling on how bad the future will be
Sitting at this desk, knowing I am intelligent, letting myself be brave

Hiding in the bathroom, I am never enough
Talking to myself, I've come this far

Drinking myself to death, glass half empty
Putting down the bottle, knowing the answers don't lie at the bottom

Taking my demons to bed, letting the things he told me burry themselves in my skin
Laying down, accepting what the day has brought