I try to come down
when's he's not around, or sleeping.
I tried telling you once
and you said to just keep bleeding.
You don't understand or want to know
about how my wounds have deepened
I feel like I'm in the middle of a crowded street, screaming.
You wouldn't know about that feeling.
How I've wanted to jump off, into the deep end.
You lack the care that I so desperately want.
It often feels like you're just throwing out taunts.
Why do things have to be this way?
I have lost so many interests in the last two years, and have become much more depressed than I thought I could ever be. I want to run so far from here that you won't be able to hear me scream or cry. You make me always, want to hide.