The Bus Driver.

Im not nearly as strong as i keep telling myself to be,

Im told over and over again by friends and family,

I keep throwing myself in front of the same bus knowing this time it'll see me,

This time its going to stop for me, as it runs me over and nearly kills me everytime,

And the sad, sick part about it is i truely believe its worth it,

But when i get ran over evertime i sometimes wish for death as i lay there and cry myself to sleep,

It doesnt matter how much i jump up and down, scream and yell to get her attention,

I sit, get hit, and sometimes when shes realized shes done, she'll slow down and throw out an "im sorry" 

Back she goes onto her next desitination as i lie there in disbelief,

"Next time." I tell myself, Next time she'll see me and embrace me and ill never have to do this again,

Its ALWAYS next time... im tired, tired of playing fool, I dont believe i can do this anymore.

Next time i wont.