Do I really have to **** myself.
Before you realize I'm not happy.
That my smile is fake.
Or to tell you.
I don't need help.
I just need a hand to hold.
No words, no speeches.
Just a hand warm or cold.

I just wanna run away from the pain.
Fly away from the abuse.
Ride away from the bullies.
Hide away from reality.

We used to talk everyday.
Smile and laugh.
Also play.
But now it's like.
We've never known love.
Is this the end?
Or a new beginning.

That one guy who you thought loved you.
Just broke your heart.
He said that you'd be together forever.
Forever must be a very short time.
You loved him so very much.
He just up and left you.
Without even saying goodbye.
You'd die for him.
You committed suicide.
Not knowing...
There was another boy.
That watched you.
Because he thought you were beautiful.
He knew that your old boyfriend was going to hurt you.
He would do anything for you to be here.
He didn't even get the chance.
To say he loved you.
"I loved you. You just up and left me, without even saying goodbye." Said the boy.

That day we fell in love. The night you stayed up with me. The time I told you everything. The moment you broke me.

Holding onto the rod of life.
Throwing the line, out into open sea.
The hook might get stuck.
Don't tug.
The line might break.
Help will come.
You just have to wait.

Goodbye.
I've died.
Dead eyes.
Rope tied.
Gun cocked.
Suicide.