I walk down this dark path alone
Scared and hurt. No one expected me to go home
No one expected me to be bold
But they were expecting my heart to be cold
Why? I ask as my heart tries to breathe deep
Why was it I that couldn’t make the leap?
Why am I who I am? Why do they have such hate?
What’d I ever do to deserve such a cruel fate?
I’m trying to convince myself I will end it all
But, then again, I’m scared my death will be small
I’m scared no one will ever even cry
I’m scared that I won’t be missed after I die
But, then again, I tell myself I’m just paranoid
And this argument was exactly what I was trying to avoid
I hate how when I’m honest everyone else has a say
I hate how people can’t understand how sometimes Its not okay
But I hate to hate. I can’t stand the concept of hate
I can’t stand the fact that I’m constantly told to wait.
Yeah, I understand everyone sometimes feels this way
But they haven’t had the past I’ve had. They wouldn’t have lasted a day
I wish they could walk in my shoes, then they’d understand me
Then they’d understand that I’m really not a wanna be
I’m just trying not to be such an out cast
I try my best to make sure everyone is never last
But now I’m so done with all that I do for you
Now I can’t even stand for change or anything new
All I think Is Rest In Peace deep in the ground
Under the dirt you’re spat out words don’t make a sound
Yet I’m still walking down that dark path of fear
I’m lost and I can’t find light I can’t see clear
I trip and fall I hear your voice scream
And I see my escape. I take it I’m a one person team
I hate to be alone and I hate to be forgotten
But On this lonely dark path I’m hated for being misbegotten
No matter how fast I run or how tall I stand there’s no end
No matter how loud I scream No one comes they don’t believe in my amend
It hurts to know that No one will ever help me out
Every time I think I’m done it turns out to be another dark route
I’m still quickly fearfully walking down this path alone
I don’t know it it’s possible but I feel like the darkness has grown
But suddenly I see you run and I try to catch you because I’m scared
I’m hurt that you keep running. I scream “I thought you cared!”
You stop and look down at the ground and begin to cry
I look down as well. “Rest In Peace” you whisper. It’s my grave. I did die
I cry and fall. I’m missed. But my grave is lost in my dark route
I’m still lost and alone. I guess my end will come before I find a way out.