I hate what I am forced to see in the mirror,
day by endless day
Something with no real use,
to a large and cold world

Maybe I don't have the stomach to control my fate,
but there are days that I glance at the road,
and think to myself,
"What I wouldn't give
to be hit by a car"

I crave a hospital bed
Not in a mental asylum
(though I desperately need it)
but next to a heart monitor,
with only a single line

I am envious of the ones who escaped
The man found hanging by a noose
The woman passed out next to an empty bottle
How dare they leave,
when I am trapped here

I'm too young to feel this empty
Just let me leave a note,
and be done with it
No one will notice
No one will care,
so leave me be

Maybe the day I die,
will finally be the day I smile