Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep...

Now I lay me down to cry...
I pray, "Lord, take this life."
I wake up everyday...
And yes, I hate it in every way.
Many want me to be alive...
But I truly know I'm living a lie.
I'd love to take a knife...
Just to end all the strife.
How could it be this bad?
Am I meant to be sad?
People claim to care...
But are those feelings really there?
Take away the memories...
It'll remove the pain.
Is that too much to ask?
Can it be that difficult?
Dont try to save me...
Let me be...
As I lay me down to cry...
I'll ask just one more time.