Laying here trying to sleep
so many things running threw my head
bills, work, love
everything racing over and over
when will it all end?
Getting up from my bed pacing the house
trying to think of how to fix it all
i have become my worse enemies
beating myself up day after day
marks upon my arms
each of them have a story to tell
but now looking at them an thinking of there stores
i start to see that no matter how far i cut
the job was never done
asking myself why
why where they never good enough ?
just with a little smile on my face
i see that nothing i do or did was good enough for anyone
not even to cause my own death..
