
i sit at my best crying at night
i tell everyone "i'm alright," but i lie.
no one ever catches me when i fall,
no one understands or ever calls.
i sit in the darkness ,
waiting for someone to save me.
but none can seem to find me.
all i want is someone that'll listen,
who'll hold me till morning rises.
that someone is there, but just wont listen.
i hail out for them...
my tears drowning me,
so they can't hear.
i reach my hand out
but as i grab hold of their's
i realize it wasn't even there.
i have no will to live, yet no will to die.
sometimes people ask "are you alright?"
i answer them "i'm fine," but it's just another lie.
to the rest of the world i'm happy and content
but inside i'm truly twisted and bent.
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