It's time for me to stop acting, I'm the saddest person around,
I can't hold it in, I'm always getting beat to the ground,
I find myself crying, sometimes I don't know why,
But I don't do it often, I get smacked when I cry.
I don't show my pain, I'm afraid you'll judge too,
It's just hard to say, and admit this pain is true,
I'm trying to ignore it, but It's just too much to bear,
I don't know why I'm writing this, It's not like you care.
I just need to vent, this is harder than you know,
Even when I try, I just can't get my feelings to show,
Is anyone listening, to my plea for understanding?
I'm just asking for attention, I'm not demanding.
I'm choking, yet theres nothing in my throat,
Maybe I should die, and forget to leave a note,
I just don't see, any reason I should stay,
Wouldn't it be better, If I just went away?
I hold my life, it's lying in my hands,
I'd have a tighter grip, if there were someone who understands,
It's just slipping, right through my fingers,
My heart beats, and for love it lingers.
In my other hand, I tightly hold my knife,
With one swift motion, I could easily lose my life,
Maybe I should go faster, a gun would be nice,
Maybe I should freeze, my body suspended in the ice.
I still don't know, why I'm still writing this,
It's not like you care, you'd shoot at me and not miss,
Oh well, I'm just wasting my time,
I'm not even sure if this stupid poem rhymes!
