sometimes i feel...

you make me feel so worthless.

perhaps it's because i am.

you make the point so clear, some days it feels like it can't get any worse. but it will.

it always does... always has.

i gave everything i had and more. i fought and tried and bled and hurt and never once got anything in return. now that it's over there isn't anything left for me to give but somehow i want to try.

bruised and broken. lie on the floor and let the darkness wash over.

scream until the raw taste of blood. scream until the only sound i make is the air being pushed out of my lungs. somehow tomorrow i have to wake up again.

sometimes i wake up and think, 'today is the day... the day where the struggle ends." it's a dream, there is no up hill... it's not a matter of battling up the hill, but fighting fast i slide down. i don't expect to hit the bottom... there isn't one.

sometimes i wake up and think, 'today is the day... the day where the struggle ends." it's a dream, there is no up hill... it's not a matter of battling up the hill, but fighting fast i slide down. i don't expect to hit the bottom... there isn't one.

could it be that there is no one out there to save me?