Another life,
Another day.
To say the things,
I've yearned to say.
Why is it so hard,
To say how I feel?
When I try to be happy,
It never seems real.
I try to ignore it,
And push it away.
I simply try to tell it,
Come another day.
But not matter,
How hard I try.
The pain avoids,
My attemps at good-bye.
Sometimes I feel,
Like it will never go away.
And that it will always return,
For another day.
Some people cut,
Others take pills.
But I am not someone
Who ever will.
I try to take it,
One step at a time.
In another day,
And another life.
