Sigh, try to let me die.

I sit here as I think -
what happened to pinky swears,
sharing secrets,
and the truth?
A hug here and there or a little I owe you?
But who cares,
it all means nothing to you.

I know we all move on and change,
but why couldn't you just tell it to
me face instead of hating me?

I tried to not look down and keep my hopes high,
but every time I found myself alone and walking,
my head was looking down as I would think, why?
But all I could do is sigh, and try to let me die.

No one heard my scream,
no one heard my cry.
And when I did,
no one cared.
Of which made me want to die.

And when my picture fades,
will you be the one to replace it?
Just take the truth and face it.
You didn't care, you never noticed
that my life was unfair.

And if I did die,
you would have noticed then.
Look back and think-
Why the hell did I do that?
You can't take it back...
you just can't.

Once you've done something,
a sorry doesn't fix it.
Pay attention to what you wish,
do, and say.
Because one day
that person will slowly fade away.

You know who you are,
and you know what you did.
Maybe next time you'll notice more things.
Then that way -
I would have never sighed,
then try to let me die.