I'm tired,
I've lost count,
How many times has it been like this?
I lost count,
Of how many times I've sat alone crying,
How many times I've been at a loss for words,
How many times I wanted to disappear,
How many times I hurt myself,
How many times I wanted to die.
But why?
Why do I want to die?
I have a decent life,
Some people have it worse,
So why do I want to die?
It doesn't make any sense to me.
I've lost track,
Of who I was,
Maybe even who I am;
I don't know who I've become.
