Hang On

everyone tells me to hang on what if I have nothing left 

if I really had to be honest I got 20ft of rope with no place to tie it 

this is a dark place I am in and for some reason 

I find it comforting almost like a home 

looking to my heart even my soul 

inside I am hollow and have nothing left 

if you think about it if I wanted it to end 

we all have choices whether its guns, or rope,

or even my personal favorite the razor 

I could end it all at any point if I really wanted 

somedays I think it would be better this way 

I mean would anyone really miss me 

do you think anyone would care

often I wonder what people are going to say 

when they stand around my casket 

would there be any tears or silence 

everyone tells me I am just pretending 

but do they know the struggle like me 

do they wake both loving and hating themselves 

do they understand what it is like 

to fight the depression and the sadness 

frankly I am jus to tired to fight 

so I just gave up and gave in 

this is who I am now I have accepted it 

there is no chance for me anymore 

I feel now joy, no sorrow, inside I am hollow 

so here I stand legs dangling  

hanging on by  a thread and 

hoping the noose  doesn't get tighter