I am sitting here
alone and scared
scared of myself
and wishing some people cared
some people do
well at least that's what they say
i want to be loved
not be pushed away
i think about it all the time
why am i mean why cant i be kind
i have friends
if that's what you call
people who laugh at you while you fall
I've thought about suicide
but that doesn't solve a thing
it only brings more sadness
and more pain it will bring
maybe there is a heaven
maybe there's a hell
i AM here
it's just no-one can tell
i think about the drama
that i always tend to start
never really meaning to
but it does leave it's mark
when I'm awake
it's like I'm living hell's nightmare
and when I'm asleep
i dream someday you'd care
maybe you will
but as of now you don't
and you ask if I'll be here
more than likely i won't
