Since you don't understand
when I say I want to die,
why don't you sit down
and I'll lead you though my "lies."

There is a deep dark pit,
here inside my soul,
where no matter how warm I am
it still remains cold.

It's not that I hate others
or that I just don't care,
it's just that I don't feel anymore
that you all want me here.

I could not care less
what happens to me now
because I know that even when I'm
you just don't want me around.

I ruin all I touch.
I just mess things up.
I bring all those around me down,
so I just don't come around.

I want to get up
and do things that are productive,
but even if I do,
I know its for no purpose.

You could ask me to just get over it,
but believe me , I've tried.
And every time I fail,
it strengthens my will to die.

So please just go away,
I can no longer try
to explain to you why you can't
just tell others to go die.