Don’t you hear me cry at night? Or do you just try not to listen so you can believe that all of this will go away

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

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