i handed out cries for help everytime i walked past you
but you never listened or picked up on what i was trying to do
half of me wanted to stay alive
the other half was dying inside
and that half was too strong sometimes
that half would leave scars sometimes
physically and mentally
it played a game with it self
figuring out new ways to make me sad
it just made me want to say goodbye mom
goodbye dad
it might be over soon
but not now
the next time the half hits me like a wave
like a monsoon