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

No one will tell you, you just have to look into her eyes, see her scars on the inside and out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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