May 2015
I look in the mirror
And all I see
Is this girl
Who doesn’t know me
She asked why I look tired
Why I look like a liar
I said I’m just fine
I don’t want to die
She said people care
It doesn’t seem fair
To want to live
To want to die
Why do you keep up the lie?
There’s a knock on my door
There’s a crick in the floor boards
With nowhere to run
With nowhere to hide
All I remember is saying goodbye
And all I see
Is this girl
Who doesn’t know me
She asked why I look tired
Why I look like a liar
I said I’m just fine
I don’t want to die
She said people care
It doesn’t seem fair
To want to live
To want to die
Why do you keep up the lie?
There’s a knock on my door
There’s a crick in the floor boards
With nowhere to run
With nowhere to hide
All I remember is saying goodbye
(disclaimer: i'm not suicidal,and i'm not planing on doing anything of that sort. everything i write is exaggerated to seem more dramatic and so i am able to use more descriptive language and keep the original meaning.)
