The life I think about

The life I think about is so much better than this. I never thought I'd be stuck in this mess, I'm sick of wondering "Is it life or death?" I need to figure out who's behind me... If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine. If it had a home it would be my eyes. Would you believe me if I said I'm tired of this? I wish I could go somewhere deserted, and scream the pain away. But things just don't work that way. She hasn't smiled much lately and she doesn't know why If you could really see, you would be able to tell that the people that are the most fragile are the ones that have taken the most pain. You are wasting your childhood, she said to me. My childhood was wasted years ago, I answered I've Got a Jet Black Heart Its All Screwed up And Its Falling Apart These people should take their, "I want you to like me," stickers off their foreheads and put them where they'd really do some good-- on their mirrors Was our friendship all fake and just a lie? Each word you've said has made me cry. I wish you good luck and all the best; I can't believe you're just like the rest. Here's to the night I cried so hard I couldn't breathe to the night I prayed for him to come back to me. &of course to the night where he never looked back. I try to be strong and hide my pain but as soon as I'm alone, I go insane. Sometimes, when the room is quiet, & I'm all alone, if i put my hand on my heart, I think I can actually feel its pain Your words are cold, and the season is too. The comfort in your voice is gone. Don't keep in touch. I'm better off alone. Sometimes I sit against the wall. Wipe away my teardrops. And think to myself "Maybe this world is another planet's hell"