People leave
It's not a new thing
Not being worth it
Just kinda ***** to have your insecurities confirmed
Like everything bad I ever thought about myself you were thinking too
And eventually you gave up
So why don't I
If so many people give up on me why can’t I
Because...
I don't want to die
Though I beg for it everyday
There's something keeping me a live
There's something keeping the pill bottle closed
And my feet on the ledge
It's my hope
My hope that everything's going to get better
That it'll all be ok
That my life isn't meaningless
But it's hard to believe
That I'm not being deceived
Because if they don't think
That I'm worth something
Then why do I
Isn't it majority rules?
And if I asked them they'd all beg me to live
But why
Why when yesterday they told me I wasn't worth the trouble
Why

there's  something
something in the stars
something in the trees
something in the oceans
something out there
out there among the mountains
out there among the rivers
out there among the canyons
something within me
within my bones
within my blood
within my soul
is it you?

they get mad that you treat them the way they treat you.

last night i felt like i was reaching into your body for the end of the string that attached my body to yours
and it just wasn't there
but you said it was there
and i believed it was there
but why couldn't i find it with my fingers
why couldn't my palm grasp it
feeling around inside, peeking in and i'm looking around and I still don't see it but I tell myself I know it's there
and I know it has to be there because it's a string from my body that runs into you, where else could it be
and that's good enough so we go to bed without ever finding it
and in the morning I still feel detached but ignore the feeling until I can't anymore
and when you walked away
it felt like you snipped the string attaching us
and we couldn't find it because you had hardly wanted it there anyway
and when you ignored me
it felt like you knew all along that the end of my string attaching my body to yours
was already gone

Time has a fickle heart...I left my memories with her thinking I could return and pick them up but they were fleeting moments she took them with her and I am left with empty pages.