Sms 988

I'm tired of barely surviving It shouldn't be this hard to want to live My thoughts have been killing me slowly since I was twelve And they might get to me before twelve I don't wish this upon anyone I want to give up every day but I will continue to carry this cross until Jesus tells me it's time I can kind of rhyme So, I write to cope because I choked a few times and was almost not able to get up again Swallowing my pride and occasionally having dinner with the dark side of the stars I'm shooting myself in the foot every time I give in I have a terminal sickness within But on the outside when I don't smile I call still share a small grin You think you know me but can only see my skin Nothing on the inside ever comes out until I'm wearing thin It's hard to be strong when you can see yourself taking your last breath It's hard to press on when your thoughts tell you everything about yourself is off Limits I'm trying to reach but suicide continues to creep So, I choose to sleep This way I can live to see another day Lord willing p.s. one day I will live in true happiness again...