Sitting in the darkness
I write this as I think
That if I never met you
Would in these tears I sink?
If I never told you
The words I dread to say
Would it really matter
If I lived today?
I know that I don’t matter.
don’t say its me you need
But remember you’re the reason
My wrists so often bleed.
I don’t care what you think of me
I don’t care what you say.
But in my dreams we’re friends again,
Until the break of day.
So I’ll sit here in the shadows,
My face turning a tint of blue.
I slip into the darkness.
And still I think of you.
