I really cant commit suicide
But I’m okay with dying
All of the times I end up crying
Seems like my eyes are never drying
I’m so lost, I don’t know who I am anymore
I’m trying to find them
They go by a different name and face
Writing and poetry helps us both and hurts like hell
I know I complain a lot
But i hide more than you think
I just wish things were a little easier
It's hard for me to do things
Sometimes I just cant move
I just cant Breathe
Some days I feel so strong and happy
But by the time the night comes im breaking
I’m so tired
. Is it wrong that I want to rest?
Is it bad that i just want to drop the phone?
Now that I feel I’ve done my best, I’ve left a message at the tone
Is it wrong to feel so alone
I’d rather die than keep fighting
And they can wonder why.
Why is everything so hard
I’d rather take my own life than be alone and alive.