I'm sorry, baby.
I know you don't like it,
when I'm hurting.
I'm trying to hold on.
I'm trying for you,
my friends and my family.
It's hard.
I'm just breaking down.
I can't seem to find my control.
The monster inside of me,
is fighting me.
That monster is in the lead.
I'm trying to hold on.
I know I got you.
And I try to hold on to that.
You are getting to see,
the dark side of me.
The dark side that always,
always returns...
Baby, it never fails.
I always end up in a breakdown.
That's when the cutting starts back.
When I've had too much that I can't handle.
I'm doing my best.
I'm trying to hold on.
I'm failing and I'm falling.
Hard.
Nothing is right inside.
Inside of me.
I hate that you're seeing me.
This way.
I hoped you wouldn't ever see that.
I'm sorry you are seeing that.
But...
I'm trying to hold on.
I'm losing my grip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem