I feel like I won't show up tomorrow,
Yet you tell me otherwise.

I don't want to show up tomorrow,
Others say I will.

I want to cry,
To end all the pain.

You ask me not to,
I tell you I will try.

I feel like I need the blade,
To end everyone's pain.

I feel the hatred,
You know my pain.

I don't have anyone to trust,
You tell me that isn't true.