I never know what goes through my head.
I often think things are better off if i am dead.
So i begin to think of ways to say goodbye, to leave my mark on the world.
I never really want to die its just suicidal tendencies.
I feel that no one would care.
No one ever notices that i am gone.
Why dont i just do them all a favor,
and leave them a sight no one will savor.
The thoughts in my head begin to take shape.
It soon becomes clear whose lives have been fake.
How many cries for help will it take?
How many scars do i have to make?
I feel so outcast even with friends.
Nobody really wants me here ill make it all end.
Oh the things they will say to justify the means.
The only pictures they have are those from happier scenes.
No one ever hears them inside my silent screams.
Asking them all for help but no one hears my plees.
This is how I do things, how I figure things out.
Open up your fucking eyes help me i shout.
But noone ever listens.
They all see a bloody glisten.
Now they'll try to put it all together.
Memories of me they'll all sever.
Everyone will forget.
No candles for me lit.
I asked you all for help.
No one ever cared to ask how i felt.
Im just so depressed.
All of you made me feel like a pest.
So i just let go.
On that beautiful night it snowed.
The fact that i remembered this goes to show.
That i was oh so horribly alone.
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