Helping everyone else,
Never receiving help myself

I hate my life and I want to die

So the story goes
Once Upon A Time...Happily Ever After
Not Mine.

She'll cry and cry
But no one knows why

Why is life this hard?
Why do people have to live feeling nothing but pain, and anger?

On the outside you see who I used to be
On the inside I know I'm not her anymore...
Why Not?
I would give anything to be her again...just for one day

I am the girl everyone comes to when they need help
But no one can see that I need help myself

I only hope if I keep this up long enough
That I will make just one mistake
And that one mistake,
Will result in the end of my life

It's not about the time that you have
its about how you spend the time you have

Why do I put myself through this hell everyday?
Why don't I just end it now?