Do you ever get that feeling,
When nobody really cares?
When the darkness that surrounds you,
Becomes more than just a scare.

Feeling lonely is more than what you think,
Having nobody there to talk to, Having nobody there to cuddle,
Or having nobody there to wipe your tears away.

Loneliness brings unhappiness,
And unhappiness brings the idea of not wanting to survive.
I don't really see a point,
And sometimes that seems more than just an option.

I used to feel so loved,
Having caring people by my side.
But no one knows my secret,
The one I keep hidden up inside.

The story of my scars,
Is one that only a few people know.
For nobody else has cared enough,
To stop me feeling low.

'Stop being so depressed' they'd say.
Their harsh words jabbed at me.
Ever since those painful few months,
Everyone has drifted apart from me,
And now I'm sat here on my own.

Do you ever get that feeling,
When nobody really cares?
When the darkness that surrounds you,
Becomes more than just a scare.