I complain about no one ever opening up,
And yet my mouth is still sewn shut,
Tears fall like rain here,
All I know is broken, everything's to fear,
The thunder roars above,
As if to mock me about my failed attempts at love,
I'm sick of mindlessly staring at my wrists,
And these white knuckles, due to my ever-clenched fists,
I'm always waiting for the dawn to break,
To tear me away from these nightmares and let me escape,
I'm so sick of my vivid blue eyes,
Right after my midnight cries,
Why, why did you make me desire to be,
Someone special and extraordinary,
And then create me lacking the gift,
All I can do is shift my feet and drift,
So far away from the people who actually care,
So I can fit in with the people who will never be there,
All I can tell them is that I'm submerged in woe,
And after that, all I can utter is, "I don't know",
My feelings are dismissed because I am not exposed,
While my tragic symphony is composed,
I'm tired of running out of time,
And never enjoying a moment that is only mine,
This world is empty, It's a toxic wasteland,
And no one here will ever lend a hand,
I'm sick of keeping everything to myself,
And storing my emotions on a dusty old shelf,
For once I want to look at you and scream,
And sob until my teardrops form a stream,
But instead I will sit in silence,
And hold it all in at my own expense,
When I finally get pushed too far and I burst,
And everyone will wonder why I was the first,
To give up and die,
They'll be pondering why,
And after a moment,
When all their sadness is spent,
They will move on,
But I will be gone.
 
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