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by fakingeverything May 15, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I used to pray that I would eventually get better, To avoid having to write my suicide letter Explaining how much I just couldn't bare another day. Telling how badly I just wanted the pain to go away. Nobody has noticed just how much I am hurting. I'm trying to be happy but that's just not working. There are only so many smiles that I can fake. There's only so many tears that I can wipe away Before I just give up, let the darkness win The only reason I'm ahead is due to the marks on my skin. But sooner or later, cutting will not be enough I'll have to choose between death or being tough And at this moment, death seems better than life Better than crying, better than breaking, better than the knife That I hold against my flesh and wait for the bite, Yes I would say that death is better than life..