Life can be hard, but you know what?
Not living it would be even harder.
As I sit here, I think of how it used to be;
Wishing to die and not be here anymore.
Now thinking back, I wonder how I thought that,
Why would I ever want that painful thing?
The damage I've done, the scars that I've made,
Did I really do that? Did that really happen?
The past few months went by so fast,
I didn't see them, they couldn't be there.
I wasted my life on something so stupid.
Never doing things, never living my life.
Time wasted away, away to nothing.
The thoughts, the actions, said and done,
How, oh how, could that be so real?
Why did that happen to me?
I was a good kid, never doing wrong.
No one suspected that I'd do that;
Anything that drastic, that harmful, that scary.
But they don't know anything about me.
I didn't let people in, they had no idea.
They saw only what I let them see,
The pretend me, never the real one.
No one knew me 'cause I wouldn't let them.
Where my life was going, I don't know
If I hadn't done something, it would've been bad.
I got it back, my living hell is gone.
I'm free, at last, I'm living again.
*A/N* Sorry it's not very good. I wrote it really fast earlier, I just needed to put something in my new notebook!! PLEASE COMMENT, I ALWAYS RETURN THE FAVOR!!!!!
