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You say that You love me

No matter what You always will

But how can you say something like that

When its myself that all the while I am trying to kill



What If I am too far broken to mend

and all I am able to do is put up my guard

and hide behind this wall and pretend



Would you stay even though I am covered in scars

Patterns and designs of the times I had gone too far

I was on the edge; the fine line between life and death

I was so down and defeated, unsure if I had one last breath...



You gave me that breath,

you kept me going on...

and late at night its you I dream of...

You are my music; my song...



I thought I had no purpose, no reason to live

Until you walked through the door

and give me a reason to go on....the drive..

But now I wonder if this is worth what I am fighting for...



You're everything to me,

but I am nothing...

How can you love me...

when I cant give you anything....



Its a struggle just to survive..

I can't go on fighting to stay a live..

Everyday I am lured towards the knife..

and fight the battle between death and life...



I keep promising myself that I will stop the madness..

that I will put away the knife....and put on a happy smile...

But I can't seem to do that....

when I am longing to just die all the while...



Where does this all come from....I need to know the answer..

All the sadness keeps drowning me faster and faster

A day without a soul....to care....I'd be left for dead...

Maybe it is better that way, if nothing is said....



You won't miss me, nobody would...

I know I am easy to forget...

I hate this life I am leading...

Staying alive is something I regret....



Go on and hate me, its everyones favourite thing to do..

Taunt me for your amusement...

Seems to be all I am living for...

I guess I am only here for everyones entertainment...



I don't like to be the joke, but it seems to be all I am..

I don't want to go on living this way, dont want to go on at all..

Would it hurt a soul if I werent here anymore....

I doubt it would, i guess I just cant see....I need to leave...take away my misery...



Don't lie to me and tell me you fucking care...

Don't tell me to stick around cuz you'll be around...in fact you are never there..

I have already made up my mind....and even though no one thought I'd be the kind..

tonite I am contemplating suicide....I just wonder what would happen...if I died