I'm always afraid of being yelled at, being hurt, made fun of. I'm always afraid of feeling the pain that i feel every moment of the day...

Smile at me with hope,
Call me with meaning,
Hug me with warmth,
And kiss me with passion,
But in the end you always end up killing me.

And right before i hit the ground, I whisper my goodbye, even though no ones around to hear. That smile turns into a frown, and a tear runs down my face.

Its so expected now, If you dont end up breaking me to, Ill be over here trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you.

Its getting so old, feeling like this. Like nothings right, and im not real, and your only a dream.

Please remember those few simple words. Weather you know it or not, they may end up saving someones life...

I have alot of good, caring, friends. But i still feel so alone and misunderstood...

Do you even notice my absence? My dull and lifeless eyes? Do you even notice that my grave is being dug and my funeral being planned...?

I pray for my grave as i sing my last song, and read the last book, So convenient that all three end in goodbye. The curtain lowers, the book snaps shut, and i close my eyes, with only one last breath for the slightest bit of luck...

Why do we cry, When the pain will still be there,
Were do our souls truly lie. When the sorrows come, lured in by the sound, We surly are to die. Slow and painful taking joy in the weeps, we all will close our eyes.