I write this from pain,

I’m hardly holding on,

and my mind is getting dangerous again;

I have some things I need to say

Every day, I want it to be my last,

My mind seems to be getting in my way from moving on

Feeling like I have to continue being brave,

Losing hope that tomorrow these feelings may just go away

I don’t want to push people away,

I feel like I’m better off on my own,

Hiding at any chance that I get,

Grabbing hold of the brave and putting a smile on my face,

So that I can like myself a little more again

Please don’t feel like you’ve done anything wrong;

I want to spend some time alone,

Before it’s time for me to go