A Tragic Way To Write The Story'S End

I've come to terms with what I want
And what I want is to leave this earth
A selfish way to show you that I care
A freeing sense of what I lost
A beauty declaration march
A tragic way to write the story's end

My arms will still display the scars
My body and my aching heart
Will always show reminders that you're there
My body trapped behind a mask
The only person that I trust
Has always been there with me from the start

I wanted to be fine
I know it'll take some time
To fix up what's inside my brain

I'm trying my best
To be the best I can
But I can't see past tomorrow
Is this the best I am
I'm trying my best
To be the best I can
But I can't see past tomorrow
Is this the best I am