It's not even that I wanna die, I just wanna stop what I'm feeling inside.
At this point, I don't even have it in me to cry.
Tell me why, I shouldn't just hide, hide from my reality, my reality of life.
I can't be the perfect person, I can't get out of bed in the morning nor can I go to sleep at night.
The sun isn't warm enough for me anymore but the moon sure knows how to make me feel cold.
Even with my pain written in bold, there isn't anyone there to hold me close, and tell me
"it will all be alright."
So I sit here, with my arms held together tight, and reflect on my life.
