Why is it that I never cry
When I know that my life is a lie?
Is it wrong that I pretend to stay strong
When I’m nothing more than a broken man?
Is it okay that I hide behind a mask
So the world will not know the demon I am?
Is it sad that I wish I’d die
So there’s nothing left to remember me by?

By God I know it’s wrong!!!
I might not be staring down the barrel of a 45
But I surely would like to end my life
For I lie to myself night after night
Just giving myself false reasons why I should stay alive

Is life truly better than death.
I’ve only experienced life,
And I have discovered that it is Hell
So death can only be that bad.
At least in Hell I could find comfort
Knowing that everyone was just as bad as me

But instead, I keep on going
Just living this pitiful life
With each and every stride
I try not to accept it
But I know it’s just a lie