There's times in my life,
When invisible scars glow upon my skin,
That I can feel the knife
That once signified my end.
But then there's days, when the blood doesn't flow,
That I sit there and wonder,
All the rage and pain, where does it go?
I know the both all too well,
And when it comes to bad times,
I know the roads to Hell.
But I know that there were times,
When I wished for the struggle to end,
And instead of leaving this world,
It just kept pulling me in.
I'd like to say I'm better now,
But that would be a lie.
The only difference is,
It's so much harder to say good-bye.