Weak

The pain is real
The pain is deep
Sometimes all I want to do is sleep

There's too much madness
It is all adding to the sadness
My emotions are hard to bare
I don't even think I can share

My head is pounding
And I think I'm ready to combust
I can't take it ANYMORE
I don't want to trust!

I can't believe I'm doing this
As i lay the blade to my wrist
I can hear t hem already making a list

"Oh, wow, look at her, how pathetic, she use to be so happy and energetic."

I just want to go back, stop it all and go in reverse
Because I don't want to have to live with this curse.