Sometimes I\'m screaming,
hoping someone will notice me.
But no one ever does.
No one will help me.
Sometimes I wish they could hear me,
other times I\'m glad they don\'t.
Sometimes I\'m walking,
far away from here.
Will anyone notice?
Will anyone care that I\'m gone?
Sometimes I would like to think so,
other times I\'m glad to realize they wouldn\'t.
Sometimes I\'m dieing.
Staying away from the light,
never taking another step.
I think things will get better,
but they never do.
Sometimes I think I can survive,
then the darkness sets in,
and I realize I\'m not strong enough.
I give up,
and I\'m gone.