I want you to know how much it hurts
When the closest thing you have to love
Is in the backseat on the sand,
When your life is taken away
By your own ******* hands,
When faith is just a question you get asked about
You can only call it a myth.
I want you to know how I hurt
When you decided to send something
After he had finished,
When I felt like I couldn't eat or drink,
When no one was around to hear me scream at a blade
A friend I once called home, now back again.
I want you to know what this feels like
When you're like this someday,
Because when I'm gone
I'm not sure if I'll have much left to say.