Every Day
Every day I want to say my life is ok
But when I think about it my life really is not
When I think about what other people say
I really wish I was ok
But all I need to care about is what god, my friends and family say
But some how I steal wish I could kill myself
Every day I think my life is going to get better
But it keeps getting worst
People get mad at me when I cut myself
I try so hard to stop but Satan keeps telling me to cut myself
Every day I wish I could be ok where I don’t have to worry about hiding my scars
Every day I fell like no one cares if I live or die
Every day I brake down and say it’s not worth it and why should I stay
Every day I set alone and cry and wish I could