i gave you my heart, you tossed it to the ground.

you can make me laugh,
you can make me smile,
you can even make me,
run away for a while.

you can make me sad,
you can make me cry,
but you don't have the power,
to make me die.

i'm holding on,
just to prove i can,
but i can't wait,
until the day that i'm gone.

day by day,
i get the scissors, eraser,
cause more pain,
but i'm looking for the peace,
the numbness,
that the pain is supposed to bring me.

i'm still hanging on,
just to prove you wrong.

i'm not that emo kid
that's meant to die,
that's bound to commit suicide.

believe it or not,
you don't really know me.
believe or not,
there's reason for my sadness-
a method to my madness.

and i don't really know why i'm writing this to you,
you probably won't care enough ro read it.

i don't really know why i talk to you,
you don't care enough to listen.

i pour my heart out to you,
show you my soul,
i've let you know that,
you have the power to make me whole.

but to be quite honest,
you're not the whole reason,
that living is a chore.

it's my parents,
"friends,"
"family,"
that fact that i think i've become a wh0re.

that stuffed lion is my best friend,
the one i won myself,
i have a few people,
that say they are my friends,

but i know they won't be crying,
when my life finally ends.