Maybe when I'm dead you'll understand,
You'll feel my pain,
You'll realize the effort I gave,
You'll see what I went through in order so you didn't.
I say this because that's how I feel,
I feel like once I'm dead and gone,
The agony of that will show you,
It will show you why I didn't deserve that.
That being the way you treat me,
The way you take me for granted,
Use me.
Maybe then will you appreciate me,
When I'm dead.
Every time I think about it I sigh,
Dealing with so much pain already,
I just don't see why you'd use me for my kindness.
I hope you notice these things before I'm gone,
Don't let me die with how you've wronged me,
Not with the thoughts I'm left with at night,
Please.
Please all I am trying to do is make a way,
Make a way for me to love better,
Smile more,
Laugh more,
Without that empty feeling of being hurt,
And alone.
I wonder this every night,
Wondering if that's what it'll take to be understood,
Me dying,
Me eternally being gone,
A memory.
What else would it take,
The hope that my death will show you,
Show you how so have you done me wrong,
I'm sure I've never did you like you do me.
And once again I hope it'll take more than my death,
For you to realize.
Until then all I can say is,
I'm just happy to be here.
