Stop telling me you know,
When obviously you don’t...

I’m sorry for the trouble
I’m sorry for the pain...

I look at her from afar,
Unable to help, despite my tries...

I’m tired of all this fighting,
Sick of crying myself to sleep...

My heart has far too long been sore
Broken countless times, busted and worn...

You don’t wanna see
You’d prefer to be blind...

When everything seems to be going right,
It ends up going completely wrong...

* I found this, thought it was good, and thought...

When I think of everyone I know
I realize that we all hate this life...

He's the one that tells me to be tough,
when I feel I've had enough...

All day they run through my head,
These thoughts of suicide...

Written originally February 19, 2006
Rewritten February 20-21, 2006...