Sometimes...

Sometimes I'm just tired of breathing.
Sometimes I hate what I'm feeling.

Sometimes you just have to run,
'Cause thoughts of death are no fun.

You're sick and tired of trying?
I'm sick and tired of crying!

The smile I put on is just a facade,
But I'm scared to show more, is that odd?

My eyes tell a story,
That only hides behind my smile
And in all its glory,
I am tempted to drink the vile.

Through your eyes I am good at what I do,
But you can't see, your vision is not clear,
You don't see that my life's 'bout to end soon,
Sometimes I'm scared, because i wont be here...