The past and the present

All those thoughts of sucide.
all those times you made me cry.
all those times i wanted to die.

the thoughts i keep inside stream through my body and rip at my insides.

all those time i wanted to hear you say "Elizabeth, I'm proud of you today."

For all those times you made me feel as if i will never be good enough in your eyes.

When i leave you'll want to cry and not say good bye while i'll walk away with a smile.

As life goes on every day gets harder and my hear for you turns colder.

For all those times you made me cry you thought that you could make me smile.

I'm leaving and you don't want me
to go but i know that you will miss me so.