Everywhere I turn,
My heart starts to burn,
People are laughing,
People are smiling,
Inside I'm hurting,
Inside I'm crying,
I want to die,
I don't want to be alive,
Yet for some reason I try,
I try to survive,
But the truth is I'm cold,
So cold hearted and old,
I want to bury myself in the ground,
I never again want to hear another sound,
I want to cry and weep,
I want to cut myself and sleep,
A sleep that never ends,
One that to heaven will send,
My sorrows and worries,
And make a light all my memories,
But for now I'm not yet gone,
I'm here, and I'm barely holding on