What do you do when not one thing in your life means enough, for you to want to stay alive?

The scars on my wrists are reminders of all the times I've been sad or pissed.

So many people are looking to me to be strong & fight, but I'm just surviving.

Okay, im either not here or to broken to notice the phone was ringing. Call back later or leave a message doesnt matter to me.
*BEEP*

Normal: there is no such thing
but if there was
I'd be far from it

Listen to the song in his head.
The slowest piano I've ever heard.
Fire blazing behind every note.
The saddest song he ever wrote.

Sticks and stones may break her bones but words will haunt her forever

I take the knife to my skin so I can finally control the pain I feel inside.

Her heart may beat,
but that doesn't mean she's alive.
I remember so clearly,
the moment she died...

Its just another day where i have to fake a smile
Its just another night where i cry myself to sleep
Its just another day where I've made another cut
Its just anothere night where the nightmares feel so real