Who Cared?

I used to believe
In a true fairy tale life
Where everything would be perfect
No sadness hardship or strife.

But now I know
That life gets tough
And you have to hold on
To what you love when things get rough.

I know love can be great
And life can be too
But it's hard to look on the bright side
When they always make you blue.

My heart has been broken
By lovers and friends
I've slit my wrists
Hoping for the end.

But someone, somwhere
Wanted me alive
So here I am
I survived . . .

--Danni