Every day, every night, I fight
I fight myself the demons inside my brain
Telling me to die.
Telling me I'm worthless.
The memories of how happy I was come back and bite me.
I am a sad passionate person.
Some hate me, some dislike me, some find me annoying, some say I'm the weird kid.
I don't want to live anymore sometimes but I yell at myself "NO NO NO"
You can't let those people who hate you and who think less of you win
You have something to prove by not dying.
Where you come from, who you are, cries out and tells you to live!
I can't let them win. I have something to prove in living and not being subdued by their words
