I guess the reason I act so tough
Is so someone will respect me
I did it so the discriminators would respect me
But that person I act like isn't the real me.
But I don't even know the real me.
Perhaps I'm just an extra piece in the world
A girl who's heart has been hurt so much
That she can't bear to show it any more.
I don't think anyone would care if I ran away
Heck, no one would give a damn if I died.
There's nothing to live for anymore.
My mom and dad don't understand me
No one notices when I don't feel well
Or when I'm so quiet I'm nearly invisible.
I love hanging out with my friends
But even then I feel like an extra.
Their lives seem so easy
But looks can be so decieving.
It's like every time people meet up
All we show is our poker face,
Putting on a mask to hide our true feelings.
It's not until it's four am and I'm alone
That I let myself break down and cry
Hiding from everyone else
Even then I can't escape from my own thoughts.
So last night, I stood on the roof of my house
And jumped.
