Some days I wake up, scared the day may be my last I haven’t done much good deeds judging from my past I gave my life to Christ but took it back the next day Know sinning is wrong but still do bad things my friends say I go to sleep without praying like I had a fight with God But wake up screaming “JESUS” when I dream of losing blood People ask how I’m doing and I lie “I’m fine” But can’t even enjoy life knowing I’m running out of time There’s light at the end of the tunnel and that’s hope But some thoughts make me want to end life with a rope I attempted to do the wrong, I attempted to let life go Now I wear long sleeves afraid my attempts will show Everything hurts, failed promises, heartbreaks and backbiting To a point, the ones I call friends are also demons I’m fighting Sucked up in a black hole, trying to escape depression But you can’t run away from what will always be your reflection Saturday nights, I feel the pressure, I get depressed Sunday morning,