Another day gone to waste and my suicidal mind can’t keep pace.
The promise I made is hard to keep when I’m falling too fast into misery.
In the shadows I will stay until I fade away.

Living has become such a chore, when everyday is a fight to stay above the water.
Between hating myself, and drowning in fear, there’s nothing I can do that stops crimson tears.
To skim the surface is all that I wish.
Instead I’m reduced to shame, and I write on my wrist to be sure that I exist.

I’ll smile tomorrow with today’s ghost.
Plaster and paint only make the pain look faint.
Choosing death shouldn’t be easier than life.
My past is hard to forget, when its so easy to regret.

Am I crazy because I want peace?
A drink to get by, a drug to get high.
No, I won’t cry but I just might die.