Hurting

Is life going to be this way,
until i finally die?
If so just let me be dead already,
I'm tired of the hurt and cries.

You don't know me,
but you think you do.
You don't know ,
even half the shit i go through

You don't see,
the pain i feel everyday,
You don't know i hurt,
you think I'm always OK.

But I'm not OK,
not even the slightest bit.
I'm through with this pain,
I'm through with everyone's shit

So for my final time,
i take the knife,
i cut myself deep,
hoping to take my life.

but i didn't die,
so I'll try again,
I'll keep trying,
until its my end