It's a daily struggle to not keep crying,
A struggle to live this way,
To accept myself for who I am,
To understand that its constant,
And its never going to change.

A struggle to not feel worthless,
To not hate myself.
A struggle to smile for others,
To live for those who love me.

To feel so far away from who I used to be,
To know that nothing I do will make it right,
Nothing you do can make me want to live.

But death is an easy way out,
Nothing but a cunning friend
Living is hard.

It's a daily struggle to be courageous,
To keep believing that I have the strength to keep going.

And I shall try, for those who love me.

And now I look with expectations,
Searching for the dawn of a new day,
Clinging onto the last hope that remains.
All in the hands of love.