Pitch black, is what'd you see.
If you stepped inside my mind for a day.
My thoughts are scary, like an asylum.
Crazy.
Psychotic.
Sadness.
Lonely.
Broken.
I'm just a girl in this world trying to find my way.
I wonder of anyone notices.
I have to be the happy one, plaster a smile on my face.
Most of the time it's real, but sometimes it's not.
I wonder if anyone notices.
I always tell myself,
one more day.
But what if I were to end it?
Would they be happy?
Would there lives be easier?
Would they be happy?
My minds pitch black.
But even in darkness,
there's still a little light.
I hope to reach that light one day.
