Unsure

As I sit here crying,
I have fallen on my knees,
I kept on trying,
But it’s an incurable disease.

I know I told you,
I was fine,
Even though u knew,
That I was lying.

Every word said,
Was returned with a tear,
As I lay in my bed,
Nothing seems clear.

I always wanted to take my life,
I know I shouldn't say,
But I wanted to take my knife,
And be gone that very day.

I’m going to try and stand back up,
And try and not fall back down,
The fight will forever be fought,
Until my light is found.

I hope I find my purpose,
For ever being born,
No matter how much I feel worthless,
Or how much they scorn.

I’m gonna get back on with my life,
I’m gonna keep on,
I’m gonna drop the knife,
And keep looking for the sun.

~i know this makes no sense and all but i tryed, so sorry but if you could vote or somthing it would mean alot thanks~
(C)