What Doesn't Kill You

Through the past couple days
all ive heard people say:
what doesnt kill you makes you stronger-
come the end of the day.

But i do not believe these words
my life just proves it to be true:
what doesnt kill you makes you weaker-
and just further hurts you.

Why must i go on?
there is no good in life.
maybe there is in yours
but there's sure as hell no good in mine.

Every day i reluctantly wake up
for im sore, bruised, and broken.
from the hellish pain felt the night before-
a can of worms id rather left unopened.

Rarely do i sleep a
And barely do i eat.
Every second on the clock that passes
im becoming more fragile- more weak.

So let's look at me now
Please tell me what you see.
DId these things make mee stronger?!
No! Theyre going to be the death of me.

Living is a my most feared nightmare-
being dead is my most high dream.
My threads are constantly unravelling
im ripping and falling apart at the seams.

Hold on much longer i dont think i can
im hanging on by just one small hand.
So God please save me from my misery
and let this ground, be the last thing i see.