Maybe I want to die,
to never wake up again.
Just so this pain will finally end.
Or maybe I want to live.
Despratly reaching our for
someone to help me.
Maybe I enjoy harming myself,
cut after cut to numb the pain inside.
Watching the blood flow down m arm.
Or maybe I'm screaming out for help.
For someone to save me,
from what I hide inside.
Maybe I deam every night of dying.
To be free of this useless life,
no point of me being here.
Or maybe I have a reason to live.
Just haven't found it yet,
It could even be right in front of me.
Maybe I like to be alone.
So no one can hurt me,
no one could have a chance to be close.
Or maybe I'm tired of being lonely.
Just wanting one person I can trust with my life,
not afraid of being to close to them.
Maybe your wasting your time with me.
No matter what you do,
you can't ever gain my trust.
Or maybe I want to trust you.
It's just been so long,
I'm not sure how.
I hate how I am,
can't even trust my own
family or friends.
Not knowing who to turn to.
Or maybe.....
That's just the way I like.
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