...life...

Whats the point of life
Why am i here
I havent turned to the knife
Or even to beer
But anything to get rid of the way i feel
is starting to look good
I need a new way to deal
Ive done all i could
Life is getting to hurtful
I can barely Fake that smile
Life is dull
Im done with denial
Im just so hur tinside
Im sad of what might be
Im just not meat for this ride
I cant be me
Im trapped
I cant break free
Something has snapped
I cant keep it together anymore
Can you see
Ive hit the floor
I need someone to help me
Yes people think theyve tryed
They just made it worse
Ive cryed and cryed
Lifes can just be a curse