I sit in my bead alone each day, trying to be happy even if I don’t feel that way.
I’m still going through the pain in my mind, I haven’t met many people who are all that kind.
I try my best to be okay, but it’s hard when the people I love don’t wanna stay.
I lost my parents then my friends, Everytime I’m happy it just ends.
I still kept my head up and kept it going, And when I was alone I just let the blood keep flowing.
I tried a couple times to just take my life, whether it was with pills or a knife.
I had become so fragile one touch and I would break, I already felt like the biggest mistake.
I’m done trying my best, cause I’m just so depressed.
I loved, I healed but it never changed how I was treated, the cycle just kept getting repeated.