Today I arose from what I call a bed
It was also the day I dreamed of being dead.
I hated my life with a burning passion,
I didnt do this for the fame and fashion.
I wouldnt lie, theres nothing to loose,
Except for the boy, the boy who used.
he ruined my life, he made it drag,
now my hopes are all in this bag.
theres a knife, a gun, a rope, and pills,
everyone I gazed at I gave the chills.
my hair was black, no colors to it,
the worst thing was I had no one to acquit.
I was hated, this i was sure of,
Another thing is he was going to be my last love.
I laughed with a smirk, evily so,
I didnt have a feeling that my life was that low.
But back on track, hold on tight...
get ready for intensity, something that took place tonight.
I sat on my bed quietly weeping,
Everyone around thought i was sleepiing.
I held up my bag with my mascara thats smudged
Every Took me in for someone opposite of who I was.
I had nothing to live for, nothing to do,
so i thought i might write this to you.
this is distress, I am calling out,
please dont read this with any doubt.
One I love, please understand,
Im doing my best and what I can.
I love with my heart and more,
ill win this battle and ill go hardcore.
