People come
people go
all the same
they leave with the flow
but what if you're different?
just an odd child
a little too crazy
a little too wild
but maybe you're not so crazy or wild
but a child in great in great pain
a child that needs help
a child with slit vein
maybe they'll help
and maybe they won't
maybe they'll listen
but this time they don't
you cry out alone
you hear your heart pound
you really need help
you fall to the ground
your thoughts are all blurry
you just can't escape
you cut way too far
this isn't a scrape
but nobody listened
they just didn't dare
to help someone different
to actually care
so here you are now
you're gasping for breath
you're writing a note
you're waiting for death
so here it is
your end at last
a tortured life almost gone
no more future just past
the final thoughts in your head
before your life's quickly finished
those frightening thoughts
before the light is diminished
maybe they'll find me
maybe they won't
maybe they'll cry
but this time they don't
i'd really like to have peoples' opinion on this one, i personally think it's pretty bad, i wrote it at like 2 in the morning....so that explains some of the forced lines and all, but please, if you will, leave a comment or something. i'd really appreciate it,
thanks,
staci
