Maybe I want to die,
To never wake up again.
Just so this pain will finally end.
Or maybe I want to live,
Desperately reaching out for
Someone to help me.

Maybe I enjoy harming myself,
Cut after cut to numb the pain inside.
Watching blood flow down my arm.
Or maybe I’m screaming out for help.
For someone to save me,
From what I hide inside.

Maybe I dream every night of dying.
To be free of this useless life,
No pint of me being here.
Or maybe I have a reason to life.
Just haven’t found it yet,
It could even be fright in front of me.

Maybe I like to be alone.
So no one can hurt me,
No one could have a chance to be close.
Or maybe I’m tire of being lonely.
Just wanting one person I can trust with my life,
Not afraid of being to close to them.

Maybe your wasting your time with me.
No matter what you do,
You can’t ever gain my trust.
Or maybe I want to trust you.
Its just been so long,
I’m not sure how.

I hate how I am,
Don’t even trust my won
Family and friends.
Not knowing who to turn to.
Or maybe…..
That’s just the way I like it.