In The End

I'm sick of writing about the sadness in life...
broken hearts, pain, and my knife
i try so hard to see the good,
but its too hard when I'm so misunderstood...
nothing goes right,
its so dark, I'm lost with no light,
thinking about my last happy memory,
and holding it tight.
i feel so useless,
i have nothing left with to fight....
seeing myself this way is almost enough to change it,
but in the end i will still be broken