Living in a world I don't understand,
unrecognized is what I am.
Thoughts of Suicide,
pierce through my ears.
Silent sighs,
that nobody hears.
I don't cry anymore,
I'm all out of tears.
I wish my story could end,
when truthfully it has only just began.
Walking through each chapter,
barely holding on.
I want to survive,
I really do.
But I can't take the *******,
or the drama I have to go through.
There is constantly a battle,
between my mind & reality.
I try to do what's best for me.
But it never fails,
everything right is always wrong.
Which results in fights,
and the question that is embedded...
How long can I be strong,
and what's the point of holding on?