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.

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.

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.

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