Sometimes I wish I had never been born.
Sometimes I consider the day a Godsend,
Sometimes I beg for all my days to end.
Why do I feel this way?
Why do I hurt so much?
You spoke of a gift to help me though,
And now all I wonder is if it was really true.
It feels like a ploy to influence your will,
But I follow for some reason still.
Is it really that important?
Why do I keep coming back?
I wish you would tell me the truth,
I feel that I deserve that much.
I wish you would tell me to fuck off,
I would then know and be able to move on.
What happened to the old days?
Why did things change?
You said we would always be good,
I see evidence to the contrary.
You said I was irreplaceable,
Your actions show otherwise.
Am I really not good enough?
Have I caused you that much pain?
I want you to be a part of my life,
I know you will make me better.
I wish you would let me be a part of yours,
Because with you I know I have a chance.
Will I continue to go on?
Will I have you with me?
Sometimes I have good days,
Sometimes I have bad ones.
Sometimes I am living the dream,
Sometimes I wish I would just wake up.
