I keep fighting.
I keep being told to stay strong.
Keep going on.
“You got this.”
Well you’re wrong.

My tears are my only vice.
And those tears just fall all night long.
Every day is just a roll of the dice.
Can I keep giving it my all?

I’ve ****** up.
I can never do anything right.
And I just keep hurting those around me
So what’s the point of continuing,
I mean I knew this along.

I should have stopped while I was ahead.
Now it’s in so deep
And it’s getting more painful to breathe.
I just keep thinking I want to be free.

These pills of my nightstand,
They feel so inviting.
It would stop all this crying.

I mean you all will forget my anyways.
One day I’ll be a distant memory.
Someone you just used to know.

A face that was just on the screen.
Someone standing in the crowd.
A person that was never quite whole.

You can hate me.
You can curse me.
Whatever gets you through it.
I’m the only one to blame.

But honestly, I can no longer handle this pain.
I’m sorry. Forgive me.
But I’ve got to end this game.
Just remember, one day you won’t even remember my name.