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i\\\'d rather be dead

Feeling this emptiness in my body.

It feels like inside my skin is screaming loudly.

As if no one can hear me crying for help.

Nobody can understand how I feel or how I\'ve felt.

You say you\'re here for me, but you\'re gone.

Checking my phone everyday, it\'s just been so long.

You keep coming back and saying you love me.

But every time I feel the same, I\'m never free.

As if there are waves in underneath my skin.

Crashing, burning rocks finding their way in.

I don\'t understand anything. 

I\'d rather be dead.