I wish I could just runaway,
Just pack up and leave,
Would anyone notice,
Would anyone remember me,
My problems seem to big,
For a sixteen year old to handle,
I carry it all inside of me,
But no one will know this because I seem happy go-lucky on the outside,
But on the inside I'm torn and tattered from all the pain.
It builds and builds with no where to go,
One day it'll all come out,but I fear that I may be gone before that day shall come.
So if I shall go before you know,
Just remember I'm not always as happy as I seem.
It's very dark and scary inside my mind,
So if you shall stumble across the key,just throw it away and forget about me!
