I used to be so lonely
my knife was my only friend
the only one that ever
tried to help my heart mend
I used to think there was no point
that I had nothing left to gain
and the thought of being stuck here
was driving me insane
I used to cry myself to sleep
and dream about dying
I hated life so much
I was so sick of trying
trying to pull through
trying to act strong
just so they wouldn't see
that I was suffering for so long
I used to take so many pills
hoping they would kill me
thinking suicide was the only way
to escape my misery
but then I met a boy
and I've never been as happy
I just wonder if he knows
that he saved me...
*yeah it sux but I just had to write my feelings down...plz vote/comment*
