I don't know what I feel,
I can barely breathe,
I'm scared of what you'll say,
Afraid of what could be.
I've never really recovered,
For lack of a better word,
I'm barely hanging on,
I'm drifting from this world.
I used to think about suicide...
But only once or twice,
I backed my friends away from that edge,
Ending up saving us both instead.
I've lost people I've loved,
Lost the ones I've wronged,
I cant tell whats in my heart,
Much less whats in my mind,
I'm afraid to let anyone in,
Afraid of what you'll see,
Afraid that you'll leave,
Just like the ones who already saw the 'real' me.
Thinking about it is one thing..but doing it is another...take it from someone whos tried!..its really not worth it..and neither is cutting..it doesnt solve anything.
you're not alone!
