at least I'm finally crying
even if it is only with myself

If there's one thing i know
it's things just don't ever make sense

sitting in a corner
contemplating death
wishing it'd come sooner
rather than later

lying on the floor
crying more and more
wishing i could be happy
knowing i'm just me

huddled in a ball
pity's a hurtful thing
wishing someone'd be there
like a mom's suppose to be

being on a couch
realizing you can't go on
trying to figure out
how to make it end.

I can't handle this anymore. I think I'm going crazy.