As days passes slowly
and the weeks creep by
I find myself obessing
about the ways I can die
I lay awale at nite
thinking of the pain
theres no way to get better
I have nothing left to gain
suddenly thoughts of death
are controlling my every move
and the battle wiht my mind
I always seem to lose
I dont want to be around
the people that I love
all I can think about is whats waitin bove
I manage to keep my kool
when people are around
They wont understand me
so I dont make a sound
I smile when I have to
I break down when I dont
I know I should be strong
but I also know I wont
Im tired and want to sleep

 
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