Life is tough,
But I suck it up.
Not for me,
But for the ones I love.
I deal with the pain,
I suffer inside.
I don't think I'm sane,
How many times have I died?
I love my humans way too much,
So I use my blades as a crutch.
I watch my blood run down the drain,
Yes - that takes away the pain...
I suffer alone for the ones around me,
Don't wear anything above the knee.
Sometimes the darkness just creeps up,
That's when I feel I've had enough...
But I continue to live, continue to suffer,
Growing stronger, getting tougher.
I refuse to die, I refuse to give up.
Oh how I pray that it's enough.
