Love yourself thats what they said love your choices, but now your dead. Haunted by the memories tortured by the dreams, you needed someones help but no one heard your screams.
It all had to end it all had to stop, you grabbed a knife but didn't cut across. Straight down the vein straight to the end, the darkness came fast no time to call a friend.
The sad part is they still wont know, they wont put the pieces together and your friends wont tell. Your poems are the only thing left behind, but they wont know if they read em you made sure they were blind.
Blind from the terrible things that happened, blind from the pain and all the sadness. Hyper and happy was all they could see, trying to protect the whole family.
You left them behind to barrie the secret and the pain but little did you know the secret still remains.
