Bed Of Nails

 Why do i choose to throw my life away
How come hell is where i decide to stay
On a bed of nails i lay
Dreading waking up to another day

I could try to have a happy life
But instead I choose the knife
Is it because i feel this is the price i should pay

For not being there for my daughter and son
The pain is too much
So all i do is run
But when i run
It just adds more harm
I try to escape so i put the needle in my arm

Im so empty inside
Ive  already died
This time when i try to run my feet are tied

Im just standing still as the world goes on around me
So i get down on my bruised knee
And ask God to set me free