And one day you wake up to find you're hanging on by a thread, and you can't find the reasons anymore as to why you should get out of bed, you give and you give, and they take and they take, until you've been left with nothing but your tired shrivled soul and a puddle of tears, why can't they see that they're stealing your sanity, that they're breaking you down, how did it happen you ask yourself, how did i let it get this far, when did my kindness make me a doormat...
and your friends are taking advantage of you and your ex-loves are knocking at your door and it takes every last breath to not let them in and push them away...
and all the while the anger keeps building up but you're too nice and their's no where for it to go, and on the outside you wear a smile, but inside, secretly, the place that you retreat to in the silence of your room your screaming and you want to run away, run away from it all, the people, the problems, the lies, the broken promises, the hands that are reaching to steal you mind body and soul, the hand that's dying to tear your heart out and hold it over your head for you to watch it bleed dry and turn black...
tears just don't do it anymore when your fighting for your life
...this is your life, right here right now, no one else's to live or criticize, and everyone would like to think that they know just what goes on when they're not there, but no one could handle the life that you live, the trials you endure, the secrets that you are forced to keep, all the lies and deception you are destined to face
...everyday you wake up and tell yourself that it will be OK, you can do, you're alive
