Tomorrow.
That one word.
Makes me feel like there is a chance.
A chance for me to be something great...
To be someone great.
Maybe I'll be a famous poet.
Would people listen to the stories behind my work?
Maybe a singer.
Would they hear me then?
Or an author.
Would they cry when a sad part meets their minds?
Tomorrow.
That one word.
Comes to my mind.
Today.
Will tomorrow be great?
Or will it be shallow?
Tomorrow.
I want there to be always a tomorrow.
As long as I live.
That word will mean so much to me.
Today.

Tomorrow.
That one word.
Makes me feel like there is a chance.
A chance for me to be something great...
To be someone great.
Maybe I'll be a famous poet.
Would people listen to the stories behind my work?
Maybe a singer.
Would they hear me then?
Or an author.
Would they cry when a sad part meets their minds.
Tomorrow.
That one word.
Comes to my mind.
Today.
Will tomorrow be great?
Or will it be shallow?
Tomorrow.
I want there to be always a tomorrow.
As long as I live.
That word will mean so much to me.
Today.

You hear that?
No? Exactly.
She's not breathing.
Because of you.
You drove her to insanity.
Let her go.
When she needed you most.
You all laughed.
When she cried herself to sleep.
Every night.
Every single night.
Her parents worked all day and night.
All her and her siblings did was fight.
She shut herself out.
Behind a locked door.
All because of you.
All of you.
She's just hanging there..
Not breathing.
Dead...
She tried to see the light.
But instead came the darkness.
That she feared the most.
So, yeah.
Don't cry.
You treated her like ****.
Don't any of you come to her funeral.
You are responsible for this mess.
You are responsible for her death.

You hear that?
No? Exactly.
She's not breathing.
Because of you.
You drove her to insanity.
Let her go.
When she needed you most.
You all laughed.
When she cried herself to sleep.
Every night.
Every single night.
Her parents worked all day and night.
All her and her siblings did was fight.
She shut herself out.
Behind a locked door.
All because of you.
All of you.
She's just hanging there..
Not breathing.
Dead...
She tried to see the light.
But instead came the darkness.
That she feared the most.
So, yeah.
Don't cry.
You treated her like ****.
Don't any of you come to her funeral.
You are responsible for this mess.
You are responsible for her death.

I wanna take a leap.
I wanna down a drink.
I wanna run away from this sickness that tortures me.
I'm wallowing in the screams.
Not aloud to cry.
So I make up with a sharp knife.
Grabbing my last hope of relief.
I take my pen.
I tear it apart 'til there's nothing left but the spring.
Letting, letting  the blood flow hiding it with a white sheet.
Staining my shirt sleeve a crimson red.