This is the day I died before two but after three,
Before anyone could see the real me,
The day reflected my life dark and dreary,
When nothing could be seen clearly,
I died within myself,
Screaming, begging for help,
But no one came to ease me from this lonely shell,
I was going my insane, losing my mind, and couldn't anyone tell,
They want to get to know me but not the real me,
The one that's broken with scars and open wounds,
Im always crying and screaming with no sounds.
Seeing life through a window much stronger than glass
The other side seems like green grass,
I only want someone to hug me,
And tell me its alright,
Just Before I Go.
