Even on my best days I still want to cry
My mind just kept telling me, just give up I Want you to die, my heart just keeps beating
My chest taunts me, but soon I know God will save me.
I'm scared on all of those voices inside my head that I can't sleep I can't let them win, I kept fighting and fighting, but it was not enough..
I hate being empty, I hate being sad, I show people that Im fine but in reality I'm broken so bad, so I will just find a person to place colors in my heart