These Thoughts

It's a wonder how i can get up each day.
It's a wonder how i find a way.
I can't believe I've still held on,
Scince you've been and gone.
With all the pain you put me through,
It's amazing how I can still see you.
With each day I wish to cry,
From all the times when you made me lie.
You made me fake,
So with the balde i take,
I open up my skin,
And close up my life's bargain.
I lose my life,
As I use the knife.
But still each day,
I find a way,
To get out of bed,
Even though these thoughts,
Run through my head.