Sitting in the dark
For how long?
I have no idea.
I have a plan.
Maybe if I sit here long enough
I can make time stretch out longer
I don't want another day to end
A kind of day that was meaningless
A routine
Being alive,
But not being "alive"
Been having those a lot.
Plaster a smile
Fake a laugh
Go home to be alone
Because alone is the best thing for me
Or so I think.

Maybe if I sit here long enough
I can make time stretch out longer
Maybe,
Just maybe,
Something might walk into my life tonight
And give my day meaning.

Sweetheart, I hope you go to heaven when you die. For you've been living in hell this whole time.

Hey friend,
Put down the blades
This feeling surely fades
Put away the pills
Watching you live like this kills me inside
Don't hang that noose
Keep that rope loose
Acknowledge your feeling
It's not unappealing
Look at the people who love you, their faces
They know you're going places
Not in the ground
Let your broken heart be found
You are loved and needed
Even if no one begged and pleaded
You're meant for something
Imagine the smiles you could bring
If you stay
Come with me, friend, I'll show you the  way

some people are just naturally inaccessible
no way into their head

and it doesn't matter how much time you spend
carefully planning out what you'll say to them

and you hope that you might say something right
or stumble across a certain word
that happens to mean something more to them
and that they'll finally let you in

you know the people i'm talking about
the ones always staring off into space
eyes captivated on something more

probably a thought
trying to break through
that wall of self doubt

their worn-out minds containing
fragments of hazy memories
that they want to piece together

but then they remember how hard it is
to break through that wall of self doubt
and they desperately search for someone
to break through that wall for them.

I'm the girl, who hides behind a smile everyday.
I'm the girl, who has a tough exterior.
But that’s not who I really am.
I'm the girl, who has a lot of problems,
But doesn’t share one thing.
I'm the girl, who keeps everything bottled up.
Sometimes I just need someone to talk to.
Someone to care about me.
Someone to listen to my problems.
Someone to hold me when I cry.
Someone to love me.
Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows what I go through everyday.
Nobody knows what I have to do just to make it through the day.
Nobody knows that I'm the girl who isn't who I say I am.
And I'm the girl who will cry herself to sleep every night.