Fighting for life

Sometimes i wonder why I'm even here
i often wish death would whisper in my ear

every day is a constant battle for life
as each time i use the blood rusted knife

each night gets worse,theres a bit more blood
it hurts so much the tears flow like a flood

but the next day I'm fine, theres a smile upon my face
then it comes off when I'm in my own space

my friends think I'm fine that every things alright
they don't know each night for my life i fight