Even if it means just grinding by
hanging on by the very thin thread you've got left to hold on to
your hear today
and you made it through
and your gunna continue to make it through
just like you always do
i believe in you.

You are my nameless scar inside.

You're running out of time,
But you don't know what to do with the minutes in your hands.

It all will end, whether its depression or life

Writing doesn't even block out my bad thoughts
Now my heart sits numbly as my body rots
Death crosses my mind countless times
Because of my sadness my wrists are covered with lines

Why did he choose me?
he could of had anyone?
what makes me special?
i always thought i was worthless.

The only way to get over it,
is to stop caring and be who I am.

I'm not strong enough to hold on anymore.

& in the end, i'll end up smiling ;
pretending i don't care,
but i've never cared this much before.

I'm winning the battle but loosing the war