I Hope This Makes You Cry

Sitting on my bedroom floor, music on real loud.
I try to forget the day I saw you in the crowd.
I went up to you and I said "Hi", my stomach flutters still.
Now sitting on my bedroom floor, staring at this pill.
I remember your smile, your scent, your eyes.
Until I even get over you, all I'll do is cry.
Broken tears falling down, eyeliner bleeding, like my wrist.
I can't stand to see you two talk, hug, and kiss.
With all my strength I pop this pill, slowly I start to die.
Even though I know you won't, I hope this makes you cry.