For fifteen years
I’ve cried the tears
I have suffered the fears.
And yet still no one hears.
I want people to know that I’m alone.
I want people to know im scared of home.
I want people to understand
I want someone to hold my hand.
My heart has broke, been torn apart,
I should have seen it coming right from the start.
I feel hurt.
I feel like dirt.
I feel sick
I break the skin quick.
I fall on my bed
And lay back my head
Praying that soon …… I’ll be dead.
