Sitting here in my bed
Can't cry because there are no tears left in my head
I've cried them all a long time ago
I have said this all before I know
But for some reason I keep holding on

I tell myself, you can't go today
Tomorrow you have a part to play
Or not until the weekend
Friday you have that visit with your friend
So I keep holding on

And as the scars on my heart grow
I wonder would it be that hard to let go
Of course my family needs me
But obviously they don't see
The pain that is destroying me so utterly

Of course some would cry
But might it be better if I die
Rather than hurt every day
And have my mind still stuck on replay

Scars on my heart and scars on my arm
I wonder what's the harm
If I let go.

Sorry this is in poem but it was the only way I found get everything organized in my head. I don't really care if I get in trouble for this post. I have to hide things from everyone irl I am not doing it here.