I told you,
This sadness never leaves,
When you told me, “Don’t **** yourself,”
I won’t, because I already am;
Locked in a grave of my own misery,

I told you,
Becoming myself does not suffice,
And I am always the worst version of myself,
I never want to be a nobody,
Yet I cannot be somebody,

I told you,
My life is full of should have’s,
I cannot seem to fulfill my purpose,
But I can, I know I can,
Yet fears always get the best of me,

I told you,
I always told you,
My hopes and dreams, my will to live,
But if you listened well,
If you listened thoroughly,
You’ll hear the pleas of save me,
Longing through my voice,
When you only told me “It’s okay,”
“You’re going to be fine,”
But knives aren’t okay,
Suicide isn’t fine,
But you declined anyway,

I told you,
But you never listened.