Why can't I write something
that makes people smile...

I used to think that I mattered
used to think that you care...

Some people don't understand
and they never will...

Pretending that I'm happy
faking laughs and smiles...

How can you do this
and have it mean nothing...

This is about someone who committed suicide at my...
I see you walking all alone...

There's a lot going on inside me
that you will never know...

I can see you now
rolling your eyes...

Why can't I stop
why cant i be done...

My poems are very secret
they read 'handle with care...

I tried to let you know
whats going through my mind...

I'm glad that you felt
you could confide in me...