Have you ever dreamt of taking the plunge,
I'll tell you, every fire escape I see,
I can see my self jump off of,
I've wondered how it would feel,
Just for the blade to graze my wrists
The slightest bit of pain would,
More than likely end this,
This never ending depression,
That everyone's been building on,
Making me wonder if I even belong here,
Or if I should have died,
In my mothers careless arms,
Instead of moving on to a world,
That would only build me up,
To watch me tumble and fall,
And build these scars that lay on my arms,
Reminding me that I am no better than I make myself out to be,
No better than the foolish people around me,
No better than the one who created me
The one who to this day,
Believes she is okay,
Instead of facing reality,
And realizing that by hurting herself,
She's hurting me,
But oh, that's the *** calling the kettle black, now isn't it?
Because by hurting myself I'd be hurting her,
And everyone around me,
And I honestly don't want that you see,
The last thing I want is for people to be in pain, because of me,
No I'd rather it all get better, you see,
But no,
Because I'm the only one with such visions of happy endings and merry making.
