As I sat there, I wished.
I wished that I was dead.
No one would care.
All the things they said,
Shouldn't have hurt me.
But I accepted them as true.
Because no one was there to help me.
No, not even you.
It would just be easier.
Easier for us all.
If I was to let go.
If I was to just fall.
~Darcy~
