A Little Dead.
Can I just say this before I go?
I just want everyone to know
I didn't do this because I was mad
I didn't do this because I was sad
I did this because I don't care
My face just mimicked a blank stare
I took life day by day
Saying everything would be okay
But as you got better, I got worse
Stuck on a spinning ball in this universe
If I'm gone, the world keeps turning
Nothing can describe this yearning
In my heart, to be accepted
All my life I've been rejected
Now it's what's to be expected
I don't even pay attention
I hurt my head until I can't think
Crying so hard my eyes turn pink
Repeating the same lie each time
While trying to remain truthful with each line
The pain never leaves, it just gets larger
Then it comes back as you feel yourself grow smaller
No one cares as much as you think they do
The only one who has to give a damn about you, is you
You can't rely on others to make you feel better
You can't expect them to call when you're under the weather
You're surrounded by a fakeness so thick it's ridiculous
The fact that you still need help is ludicrous
As your skin turns pale after each cut from the tip of the blade
And you wince, close your eyes, cause you can't take the pain
You try to forget the reason you cut in the first place
But it's no use, you'll wind up dead anyway
So I know I'm a coward
I know this is a sin
But I'd rather be a little dead
Than alive in this world I'm in
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