My Personal Book If Sadness

Promises To Fufill

I got promises to fufill
Yet I got a fist full of pills
Looking down the hill thinking if I should jump or stay
Yet at the same time it doesn't matter anyway

The blood is bleeding from your wrists
The wall is broken because of your fists
I don't wanna be alive
But I don't wanna die

Rivers in my eyes
A box full of knives
I keep hurting myself
I really need some help

I'm always in a daze
My head feels like a maze
I can't handle the hate
And I can't handle the pain

Try to find good people
But some are so fake
Some may seem kinda
But some are just doing our of vein
(Maybe even just for fame or to numb the pain)

Eventually everything will fade
You just gotta have some faith
Use your fear as a strength
Use it till there's nothing left

Let all the pain disappear
Leave behind all the cry and despair
These days nothing feels fair
I still wonder if there's anyone who cares

Note:I took some inspiration from the song Genesis by Raye . Hope you enjoyed