"She wasn't just talking about her hair when she said she cut off her dead ends for growth."

& when my mom asks me "what's wrong?"
I just say I'm tired because I don't have the heart
To tell the lady that gave me life
That I don't want it anymore

So many feelings go unsaid and maybe that's why most people write

best when their either falling in love or falling apart.

The end is near
I can't keep trying
Stop asking, "If I'm okay?"
I'm tired of lying
It's almost time to quit
Most fear death but others pray for it
They'll ask and wonder why they had never seen her cry
No answers found
I'll rot deep, Deep, DEEP, beneath the ground

"For I smile at people passing by,
But they pretend they didn't see
The one thing so much worse than this that shakes me to the core
Is the only time they talk to me is to say,
"You should speak more."

Even if I catch ten thieves out in the mountains,
I can't even catch the one thief that is in my heart