It is said that people need a reason to live, well you were mine

I used to try, but that was when I was strong because depression tears you down and I've given up from being ripped apart to long

Having way too much pain and not having anymore tears to cry I take hold of the knife wishing I would just die

I keep trying not to care anymore because I know I can’t change a thing

I used to keep hoping that I could be happy again, but I’m done hoping for what’s not there and done praying for the good things I miss

My life = a horrible nightmare I can’t overcome and that I may never wake up from

People keep telling me to hold on…but I think I’ve already lost grip on everything there is to hold on to

I am good at faking a smile or laughing out loud when I would rather cry

She continues to search for happiness, but every step is a fight for life

More heartache, too many tears, is way too much for all these years