I'll never tell you how I wish I could end my life everyday.
A coward some say.
Unable to fulfill the deed.
I've always just wanted to be happy.
How hard can that be?
I've wanted to tell you how much I really love you.
"I love you" cannot even begin to explain how I feel.
Being with you was once the escape in with I would long for.
Yet, something is different.
I noticed its not the same for you.
This depression, the not caring.
Seeing things for how it really is.
I wonder..
Do you really love me?
The way you say you do.
Not just him, but all of you.
So much greatness that I have in store.
When I've fallen knees to the floor is anyone really there?
Never showing that you "care".
"I'll get over it. I get over it."
Okay I ******* get it. You don't want to listen.
Listen to the pain that you inflicted.
"I get it"
So many things I'll never tell you.
Thinking I'm doing just fine.
You only care for the empty "I'm okay"
Would you care if you were the last person I spoke to before I threw my life away?