It's not everyday that you cry away your life Or maybe it is If you're like me, it doesn't change a thing But it still happens some how Nightly, while you lay down about to sleep In the morning as you shower On the drive to work and back Pouring out all the sour Stuff happens, you get over it, here comes the next day But what if I don't want to be here for it? I'm getting really tired of having a wet face Tears falling like on a schedule Checking off the list to make sure the deed is done I mostly just want it to end I'm trying to memorize the colors of the sky My best friends colorful eyes The way the fur of a cat feels pur-fect against my hand How I smile at little things Maybe more than I should "Innocent" is definitely used too often to describe me "******" seems to be the better fit Each day I try to find a reason to keep moving I wait for my cry-fest to come I pray that the day will arrive where I don't regret a thing I will no longer wish for something else I've gone through this dark time before I'm going through it again It's different this time because I'm aware of it I know and understand that something just isn't right But the hard question remains unanswered How do I fix what's wrong? What's Next?
I'm really lost, and I'd sort of be fine if I wasn't here tomorrow.