He Doesn't Understand

How can someone make me want to die,
Make me want to cry,
And make me want to sigh,
My last goodbyes?
Please tell me why!

He tells me to kill myself,
Which is great to hear,
Just give me the gear,
And I'll make it sincere.

Running up to my room,
I start to breathe heavily,
And normal breathing,
Cannot be resumed.

I have entered a state,
Of hyperventilation,
And my mind has entered,
A state of alienation.

Visions of death,
Of escaping this place,
Seem to be as abundant,
As my fast paced breath.

He doesn't know,
That every day of mine blows,
If only he was a good bro,
Then he would know,
The pain that I feel,
Each and every day...