Suicidal Dreams

Do you ever feel like crying yourself to sleep?
You're just crying 'til your eyes feel like they'll bleed.
Do you ever feel like you just wanna roll over and die?
For now, all you can do is cry.

In your sleep, what is in your dreams?
Maybe knives or guns, or your secret silent screams.
You feel like you'll never be happy again.
Just blame the past and whatever happened back then...

Maybe your parents fight until their voices are so hoarse,
While you sit in your room and let the monsters run their course.
It looks as if it's just not your day,
And no one will listen to what you've got to say.

Everyone claims that they know what you're going through,
But none of them would last a single day walking in your shoes.
They have everything you don't have, it's not fair,
But the worst part is that no one seems to care.

Nobody hears you when you want to speak,
So they wouldn't notice if you decide to leave.
Just run away, there's nothing here for you,
But once you've left, what is there to do?

Maybe you'll steal daddy's gun and run up into your room,
And think about a life without all this doom and gloom.
Once you blow your brains out all over your bedroom floor,
Maybe you won't be in this misery anymore.

The sad thing is that there were a few who cared,
And when they heard you talking about death, they got scared,
But now it's too late, you're dead and gone,
And you'll never realize that what you did was wrong.