Maybe I'm Not Trying

There's scars on my wrists
and open wounds in my heart
these past few years
have torn me apart.

I've been beaten down and broken
kicked and stomped on
but still I keep hoping
but I just become more withdrawn.

I keep the hope alive
that it will soon be better
I try my hardest to survive
but I take the day by the letter.

Maybe it is meant to be this way
maybe I'm not trying hard enough
I just know that I must stay
even though my friends continue to betray.

This life I call my own
is really no life at all
I sit upon my thrown
and erect my highest wall.

I put all my emotions in my words
and give them to the world
I give them my heart and soul
in pieces it is returned,
when I gave it to them whole.

Maybe you do not see
or maybe you don't care
but every day that I am living
I am living in despair.

Maybe I don't see the light
or maybe I'm not trying
I've given up the fight
so I'm just sitting here and crying..

Maybe I'm not trying...