What Do I Live For?
No one can touch me,
but still I'm hurting inside.
You can not see the real me,
in the shadows I hide.
I hurt and cry,
just like everyone else.
But my pain is much different,
and inflicted by myself.
I want to be free,
and just let go of all my hurt.
There's no shoulder for me to lean on,
so I get kicked in the dirt.
You can't save me from myself.
No matter how hard you try.
I sit in your arms
just waiting to die.