It's hard to hold your head high
When you've always just wanted to die
When you refuse to cry
Cuz you want to show no pain, no weakness
It's hard to leave behind your past
A past that seems to hint no happiness lasts
Old habits always hard to quit
Bleeding wrists, a rope wrapped tightly around your troat
Even when I should be my happiest
The darkness stays and never lifts
Even though I have my brightest light
My one love, the reason I'm still alive
Because she'd be impossible to leave behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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