The Weight of Your Problems

A bullet by day A bullet by night When is the best time to let it fly When has the end become the end Is it when your heart hurts so much you want to cure all its pain When you stand in front of that mirror and can't move past what's been done Is today a good day to say goodbye To take that last breath When you feel no one is there All your mistakes hit you like a freight train You have no regard for who is left behind This struggle we all feel This bullet such an easy way out You will just blink then it will be over All that hurt gone You can imagine the relief you will feel It is too good to be true That end right there in your grasps But is that truly the end for them No it's the beginning of tears and misunderstanding There is help out there There are people that care There is more to you then this bullet for a means. This is my struggle today but it doesn't have to be the struggle tomorrow. This seems to be the answer but trust me it is not. You are worth more than the weight of your problems