Fighting to live

 
All I want to do is die,

Not lay here and cry.

But I refuse to grab the blade,

So here I've stayed.

I have so much to live for,

Yet I still imagine my blood starting to pour.

If I were dead,

maybe these demons would finally leave my head.

There have been so many times I have tried,

If I didn't tell you than you'd never know becuase I haven’t died.

I guess it isn't my time,

But in the end I am so far from fine.

I know I often take it out on you,

I am so sorry for all that i've put you through.

If I had the courage to end it all maybe I'd be free from all the pain and fear,

But instead I'm still fighting and because of that I am still here.