Needing your soft touch, longing for it now
That embracing grasp that you possess
That can hold me so tightly, leaving me destressed
Of all the pain I hold inside
I am sorry I have not been perfect,
During my eighteen years of life.
I am sorry you think I am anorexic,
And that I live life by a knife.
Here lay my mommy and daddy in this bed
Daddy's thinking broken condom,
What's going through mommy's head?
Some days my life grows grim
And my inner light gets dim
And I don't feel right at home
I call and come over
Why do I let myself get attached
When you don't even know if you like me
Why do I let myself cry
When you choose someone else
Frustration is rising
Don't know what to do
So many problems
So many questions
Die by day live by night
Trying to find the forgotten light
Problems are a rising
I can't stop the crying
Walking slow with the thought in my mind
Looking around for some kind of sign
Will someone stop me?
Will anyone even miss me?
On the day you told me you wanted to die,
I stared at the glowing screen,
Wondering if I was understanding your words correctly