My heart is breaking,
my faith is shaking,
too much is what all of this stress is taking.
Can't calm down,
can't look around,
on the outside I smile.
On the inside I frown...
So tired of life,
so tired of the knife,
it's not giving the same feeling anymore.
With myself, full of strife.
I see the light,
i'm in the dark,
every day i fall deeper,
while being torn apart.
Can't let it show,
won't let this go,
everyday my stress and depression grows.
Maybe it's time,
to confess to my crimes...
I'm broke, I don't have a dime.
Everyone thinks i'm rich.
Everyone thinks i'm a bitch.
That or i'm being called a nasty snitch.
People think i'm a hypocrite.
So tired of the bullshit.
That's only some; not afraid to admit it.
I can give anyone advice,
tell them what I think should be done.
When it comes to my troubles,
I feel there's nowhere to run.
I try my hardest, to forgive everyday,
but with myself is what i really can't dare say.
I guess this is just me venting while typing.
I don't know the source of why I am writing..
At this point, I don't care, soon I may explode.
Soon people may see what I never wanted to show...