i don't want to admit that it hurts
because the guilt inside will burn
and i can't admit that it hurts
because things will only get worse.

all the people that knew me
had a good reason to leave
so they pushed me away
and remind me of it every single day.

staring at the ceiling,
she lay in her bed.
with a familiar feeling
of wishing she were dead.

she told herself she wasn't broken
but she knew it was a lie
her last words were spoken,
"it's time for me to die."

she turned on the lamp
and began to write
her very last letter
on her very last night.

i fall asleep
because i want somebody
to care enough.
i want somebody
to wake me up.