And it's like no one understands that everyday I fight for my life. Not in the way soldiers do, or the way cancer patients do. But in a way where every wrong step makes me want to dig my grave.
And it's like I could literally be balling my eyes out but no one would notice. So I just sit here thinking no one wants me. No one will ever want me.
And it's like I come to you and tell you how much I want to die and how I feel like no one would miss me if I was gone. All I want from you is for you to tell me you would cry at my funeral. And that you'll miss me and that you love me and you don't want me to die. Is that too much to ask?
