I\'m venting to my notebook,
Telling my sad stories to it.
Stuffed rabbit\'s getting hugs,
And I think I choked it.
My pillow sees my tears
And wipes them off my face,
The night sees all of my fears
And turns them into darkness.
Those walls have seen more
Than anybody ever will.
It isn\'t as easy as it was before;
If that\'s life. I don\'t think I want to live.
My pen is writing my texts,
If it could cry, it would.
Harder and harder it gets,
I feel more and more alone.
You think that I am fine,
You think that I\'m okay,
But my notebook knows it\'s a lie,
My pillow knows I don\'t wanna stay.