will words
set me
f        e
   r          e
or be the
death
of me?

All I remember from my childhood
are screams
and shouts
and endless arguments
and me panicking
and crying
and begging for happiness
and begging for silence.

suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option

you talk about her
as if I wasn't here
as if all you say
didn't affect me

I have feelings
-just like you-
and you hurt me
-just like I do-

you've been through some ****
but don't forget that I have, too.
you're not the only one
who's still grieving;
you're not the only one
who's not over her lraving.

i don't feel anything
at all
sometimes i wonder
if i'm still alive
after all

my life is passing
and i'm just watching
like it's the worst TV show
that you've ever known.