Mercy (3)

I'm so sick and tired
Of not being believed
They say coming here was my choice
But I feel I've been deceived

Here, when I speak
It's all a lie
When I weep, I'm told
"Just 'choose' not to cry"

I'm tired of everyone thinking
That I CHOSE to be this way
No one WANTS to live like this
No matter what they say

I'm telling the truth
Why do they always question it?
All of this mistrust
Just makes me want to quit

I want to go home to my parents
At least they usually believe me
I won't be babysat
Or held under lock and key

Maybe I don't even need to go home
I really just want a way out
So I'll kill myself while I'm here
Death is one thing they can't doubt

For once you're dead, you're dead
No ifs, ands, or buts
I'll finally be gone
My eyes forever shut