Suicide of the brain,
Self inflicted pain.
Nothing left to gain,
Want to end it...you refrain.

The constant struggle of finding self worth,
You don't belong here, you're no good on this earth.

You always ask questions like why me? What did I do?
You've learned to live with the pain, it's nothing that's new.

You hurt through the day, you hurt through the night,
Just put on your mask like everything is alright.

They say that you can count the things you really care about in your life on one hand

I guess every time you lose something you care about, you have to put a finger down

When everything is gone you're just left staring at a fist

Maybe that's why people are so mad at the world

I wish I had known
that you
were going to
wake up
feeling differently.

I would have
stayed the whole night
and not fallen asleep.