with you in my head,
sometimes i wish i were dead.
in the clouds and higher i would go,
and only god would truly know.
what torments my soul and mind,
and creates such thoughts that make my teeth grind.
when i lay in my bed,
such thoughts in my head.
that i wish i wouldnt wake up,
because sometimes you make living tough.
im tired of trying...
tired of crying...
tired of not being noticed while sitting in the same room,
because its only a matter of time as the clock ticks to my fatal doom.
we think differently in so many ways,
as time goes by and turns into days.
youll never understand the problems taking me under,
but remember me when its storming and you hear that thunder.
crashing loud at your front door,
and remember finding me in the bathroom floor.
not breathing...
not moving...
not hearing you scream,
not hearing you wish this was all a bad dream.
your face in your hands and tears are rolling down your cheeks,
im looking down upon you waiting for you to speak.
to see if you truly loved me,
only to truly see.
when you lose something dear,
that you never noticed and didn't hear.
my final warning of feeling alone,
now you stand looking at my stone.
im not alone but there you stand,
holding this note that was in my hand...