When I was twelve
I lost myself
And ever since I've been searching for the pieces that fell
Unsuccessful in finding a single piece
I gave up and abandoned me
But the real me is still waiting
Hoping that I didn't give up
If you can hear me, I'm sorry but I'm leaving
I just can't find a reason
To keep looking
I'm just so freaking broken
So I'll just sit and wait
For death to take me away
And when it does
Please tell me what it was like
To be me, the real me
Not this debilitating tragedy
Which since day one
Has blinded me