I can't take the hurt anymore,
What the hell am i fighting for.
What am i holding on to..
Just a dream that won't come true.
I am so scared to end my life,
But even more scared to return the knife.
I just wish there was a way,
To end the pain i feel everyday.
I just want a shoulder on which to cry,
Not a bed to sit on which to die.
I don't need someone to understand me,
I just need someone who'll stay to be..
My strength.
