Bruises and blood, crying out loud,
Being unable to collect my thoughts,
Thinking that there\'s only one way out,
Told that I will never be good enough,
Trusting so hard, just to be backstabbed,
Learning that hope only brings me more pain,
Lost, with no purpose in waking up,
Fearful that this is all I\'ll ever get.
Do you realize how little I\'ve got left in me?
Why are you telling me I should try it once more?
Are you so certain that it won\'t kill me?
Or is it something that you just really hope so?