Broken Thoughts

For once I want to do something right,
I'm so sick of being a screw up,
Always hurt and filled with fright,
When will it ever be enough?
When can you be satisfied? 
When can take an easy breath?
Or will this hope be denied? 
As I turn closer to death.
I'm so sick of trying live 
When every day I'm dying
I'm done trying to forgive,
When I know you're lying, 
And as these thoughts release,
They will never become my words,
Just written down with difficult ease,
Because I know they'll never be heard.
So I'll just bite my tongue once more,
For it's not like you actually care,
And I'm alone as always before,
So why do I even stay here?
I feel as though Im watching it all,
The pieces of my life are scattered around,
When I reach for the pieces, they fall 
And I just can't fake a smile when I'm down.
I just want to give up.