I'm sorry for my decision
i know that it was wrong,
how could i keep it from you,
and hide this for so long.
i told you yesterday
a bit late than soon,
and said how much i hated
being a prisoner in my room.
will you give me a chance?
to explain myself to you,
there's nothing you can say,
and there's nothing you can do,
that day has already passed,
it was just a month ago,
that i tried to take my life,
and wished that i could go.
I kept it all a secret,
and with every passing day,
my secret stayed inside,
eating me away.
All the thoughts had gone,
but now they have come back,
I'm always crying away,
and looking behind my back.
i can't sleep by night,
afraid of what I'll dream,
my conscience plays with me,
making me want to scream.
