I feel like death
I want to die
I am not happy
Hear my cries.

You are making it so hard
Not to miss you.

My instincts tell me
Not to call you,
But my heart tells me
differently.

All of us search for love,
But some of us,
After we've found it,
Wish we hadn't.

I'm trying to reach out
I'm trying to get help
But no one understands
Just how severe this really is.

What's the point?

Seriously?

I must have loved you an awful lot,
To have been hurt this much.

When I bleed I know
Everything will be okay.

Just the thought
Of you not in my life
Scares me half to death.

No matter how hard I try,
I will never be okay.