Upset. Once again. What do you know? That's how it's always been. Broken. Crying. The pain never ends. Until you take those 20 small pills. And slowly drift off into a land of no worries.. No pain. No hurry.. Just happiness & smiles. All along the land. The land I sure hope to see. Someday soon. So I can smile. & laugh. Have no worries. Finally fit in..

Just to fool them all Wake up. Get out of bed. Same old, Same old. A heavy head, Hard to carry. You survived another night. Of pain, tear, after tear. Get dressed. Do your hair. Make-up. All to impress the people who hate you the most. Put on a smile. Just to fool them all. Start the day. In pain. & in silence. But with a smile. Just to fool them all.

She inhales the pain, & accepts who she's become. What people have made her be. She's confused about what she did wrong. Where she did wrong. How she did wrong. She's sad. Upset. Scarred. Her wrists look like hell. But leave a trace of everything she's been through. Each scar tells a story. Has a sprinkle of history.. Each slit proves she can't go through what she does. She isn't strong enough. There is only one outlet of her pain. So, as her hand covers the blood running from her newly, deep cuts, & the razor lay on the floor beside of her.. She inhales the pain, & accepts who she's become..

Tired The feelings you have when you're lying in bed. Alone. Silently laying. With your eyes closed. Thinking. Thinking about everything. From the people who love you. To the people who hurt you. Hate. Anger. Sadness. Remorse. You feel empty. Worthless. Forgotten. Lost. Then you suddenly feel sorry. & tired. Tired of being sad. Tried of being mistreated. Tired of the fighting. Tired of the hate. Tired Of Being Simpily Tired..

Appriciate Some things are in your control. Some things aren't. Don't take the things that aren't for granted. Because those things might slip from your fingers.. & you'll end up empty handed.