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". I am struggling with a lot in life, and it's hard. Listening to music helps me, a lot. But yet it doesnt release me from my never-ending pain. Hurting yourself is a dangerous thought, and sometimes it becomes reality. I've done everything I can to help myself, but theres still a huge whole in my heart where my light should be, where my happieness, my laughter, my love should be. Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and I do not believe I am winning anymore. All I can say is I'm falling apart, and getting tired of fighting at this point. And while I cry writing this, It's true. I would never wish this pain upon someone, it's far to great of a burden" -- They cut her heart Right out of her chest, Making her believe That the demons knew best. They were always there, Sometimes just out of sight, Waiting in the background Till the time was right. These demons were destructive, Knocking down the life she knew, Hating everything about her; She hated herself, too. These demons can't be seen, But they're far from fairy tales. They live inside your mind; Their evilness prevails. So on the bridge she stood, About to end the fight. Then she stopped and thought I'll fight them one more night. ~~~ You would never know it, The constant pain I feel, Because in the light of day It almost isn't real. Sure, I'll play, I'll laugh, I'll sing some songs, But that pain is always lurking Because it's been here all along. And when the darkness comes With its all-consuming power, It slowly takes my soul Hour by dreadful hour. But they tell me that I'm strong enough. They swear that it gets better. They say, "If you can just hold out and bear this stormy weather." They tell me, "You will be happy one day. All you need do is fight." But what they seem to forget Is after each day comes the night. And so I act along. I play my part While this crushing darkness Slowly breaks my heart.
