It's not that I don't want to,
every time I try to say I'm broken I can't,
I shut the door to you,
Counting all the ceiling slants,
I want to tell someone,
but every time I try I lose my breath,
When people reach out,I just run,
I can't take it,I'm thinking of death,
I've written suicide notes before,
but got scared and backed out,
I don't think theres very much to live for,
I don't understand what this world is all about,
There are times when I cry for no reason,
They ask me what's wrong but I just push them aside,
My mood changes with every other season,
It makes me run and hide,
Draw a smile on my face,
Pray it doesn't fade away,
I just need direction,to find my place,
I need somewhere,where I can happily stay,
As I look in the mirror,all I see is a girl with bags under her eyes,
A girl who took the wrong path and walked down the wrong road,
A road that leads to pain and blue eyes that cry,
I never listen and never understand what I'm told,
My old friends,they hate me,
My problems come in herds,
No one will ever see,
I try to talk but I choke on words
