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, |
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, |