Failed Suicide +

I'm sick of all these issues
and the memories of my past
each day is a struggle
and happiness never lasts.

I'm sick of always crying
and all the tears I've shed
I'm sick of all these cuts and scars
and all the blood I've bled.

I'm sick of always hiding
and all the lies I tell
fake smile 'I'm okay'
but I know I'm living in hell.

I'm sick of all the loneliness
and all the emptiness inside
I'm sick of all the ups and downs
I want to get off life's ride.

I'm sick of all the hurt
and of this constant pain
I've lived for everything I had
but there's nothing more to gain.

I'm sick of always failing,
time and time I've tried
to take myself from this word
but I failed my suicide.