Is it so bad to,
wish I was dead?
Is it so bad to,
want to rid the voices,
from my head?
No one cares,
no one tries.
No one gives a ****,
if I die?
It's been to long,
I'm not strong.
I need to go,
why hold on?
Why even fight?
Cause no one sees,
the battle I face,
on the daily.
It's mine to fight,
and I don't know.
Some win,
most lose,
Sadly I think it's the
losing side I'm on