It never works;
To run and hide,
Hide like a coward afraid of life.
"It's just one more day; you can get threw it."
I tell myself.
How can someone care
it there truly never there?
Thoughts of death come out from hiding,
To leave this place this so called "home".
But why do I feel this way?
Thoughts of suicide shouldn't bring peace to you.
I'm trying to push the thoughts away but it keeps coming back.
Why?
I'm happy
But what does it mean to be happy,
To be truly happy?
Is it being truthful to yourself?
Having everything in your life go right?
My mind is racing with thoughts, its pounding.
What is happiness?
Why does it put my mind at ease to think of killing myself?
I hate this,
I hate not having the answers.
I hate to pretend that every-things all right when its not.
I need help,
I don't know what to do.
Just one little cut, it's all to easy.
"You can't give up on life, there's so much to do."
I repeat over and over again.
Why am I so depressed?
This world is so beautiful.
But it's just one big lie.
One big beautiful lie.
