SucidalThoughts

I sit here, laying in bed,
with crazy thoughts in my head

i need help, i need it now
no one can help, they dont know how

im too sick in my mind
i show it, but they're so blind

i want to talk i really do
i want to tell but who to turn to

they say the sickest is the baddest
so who do i run too when i get the maddest

i run and i hide
i will never confide

i will hurt, i will kill
myself and reamin still

if you wanna help, so be it
but i doubt u will ever see it