Just leave me here to bleed
that what i really need
i need you to leave me alone
i promise i won't cut down to the bone

Instead of asking whats wrong
you should ask whats right....
...it would be a shorter answer

What happens when the only thing you are living for gets taken away?

I'm sorry for i have lied
my whole sould has alreay died
all thats left is an empty body
but pretty soon there will be nothing...

I wonder at night why i cant just die in my sleep
i pray to god that if i die no one will weep
i tell god there is nothing more for me here
i tell him i would rather be 6 feet down

You want to know whats wrong with me
but asking me wont help you see
you want to see everything that bothers me
then live my life for a day
then you will know

If you really don't want me to feel this way
don't tell me, tell the people who
make me feel like this

Don't tell me how to run my life
don't tell me not to hurt myself
just let me live my life
and just let me be me

Would everyone stop asking if i am ok
obviously i'm not
if you really want to know just look at my face
if i am crying, i am depressed
if i am smiling, i am trying to hide the fact that i am depressed

On our foreheads, it should have said handle with care
For anything that happened, we complained it wasn’t fair

*this is from my poem "our childhoods have been taken away"