I wish that i was better,
i wish i could be strong,
i pray every night
that i won't be here for long.
There's just too many things,
going through my mind,
so many questions,
and the answers i can't find.
I wish that i could be,
someone apart from me,
but I'd still hate myself,
i do because I'm me.
The person that crys,
the person that shouts,
the one that's depressed,
and the one that doubts.
I get angry with myself,
because i think about death,
No matter what I've got,
i feel I've got nothing left.
Everywhere i turn,
there's someone bringing me down,
making me cry,
and leaving me to drown.
Just throw me in the deep end,
hoping i can't swim,
don't bother saving me,
it's too late now I'm in.
I won't fight,
i won't struggle,
i want to die,
I'll face the trouble.
Ive already got myself,
into enough already,
things are going too fast,
i want them to be steady,
and when i decide to take my life,
i know that I'll be ready.
I can't even tell my friends,
that this is how i feel,
they will never know,
that my problems are real.
