There I lay, perfectly still,
They never understood how I feel.
So I ended everything, ended it all,
It was too hard; I took the fall.
Now I lay stained in my own blood.
I'll become part of the dirt and mud.
I had whimpered and screamed,
But no one cared what it meaned.
Fresh blood stains my being,
And all this they are seeing:
The lonely nights I'd lie awake,
I'd tremble and couldn't stop the shakes.
My tears would fall endlessly,
And made me wonder what would become of me.
Now I lay with my life escaping me,
My spirit and soul finally free.
They all wish they had erased the hate,
But they stand there knowing it's too late.
If they had paid attention to my cries,
They wouldn't be wondering why.
These things kill people like me,
Now they wish they had took the time to see.
But it's over because now I'm gone.
Now don't you wish you had asked me what's wrong?
 
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