I'm Not Ok

just a melancholy sort of thing

Salty tears rest on my lips and I'm tired of the taste,
metallic liquid seeps from sores misery has laced,
called 'biting hard on my tongue' and 'holding back my cries',
and all the other painful things that come with telling lies.

I'm sorry doesn't cut it, it's lost all meaning now
And as helpless as I feel, I grow, I just don't know how
I've seen so much in my short life that I shouldn't have to see
And I've lived in ways and acted how I shouldn't want to be

I say "I've grown" but how much is still a mystery
And I've faced too many battle with the demon inside of me
He says I shouldn't care and I shouldn't have any dreams at all
And if I dream or strive for more, I am sure to fall

So I stay in this Limbo, between the good and bad
And my mood continues to fluctuate between happy and sad
Is it worth my time to try or am I just bound to fail?
Will I ever see the happy ending to my personal fairytale.