Trying to fight it

Here i am,
once again,
you thinking of me,
just as a friend.

i wanna be there,
and just be with you,
but it seems everything i want,
never comes true.

So i sit here,
with my hopes up high,
that maybe tonight,
i pray that i die.

Im trying to move on,
im trying to fight this,
im trying to hide,
the cuts on my wrist.

&& When i say goodbye,
Please just act like you care,
&& just notice for one damn second,
that i was always there.

i know you may not love me,
but atleast you can act,
you could have been the thing,
that my broken heart would lack.

But atleast Im trying,
all i have to do is fight,
and hopefully i dont have to,
cry myself to sleep tonight..