Some take their pain out on their arm,
Use the knife to inflict harm,
Others shut up, sit silently,
Or be as loud as they can be.
Some get out by taking drugs,
Try to cover hurt, try to act like thugs,
Some blame others for their lives,
Even though everyone survives.
Everybody handles their own pain
in their own way, We’re all insane.
All the problems life hands to us
Will always add up to be too much,
We’ll all live until we die,
We just need to learn how to get by.
And until then, my life will carry on,
And I can’t wait
Until I’m gone.