its all just a game right?
you steal my stuff and call me names and watch me as I plead for it back.
you laugh in my face and drop it on the ground in front of me leaving me to pick everything up.
what if I told you I wanted to be dead
what if I told you I dream of hanging from a rope
what if I told you that at 3 am I sit in my bed crying hysterically while you are asleep dreaming innocent dreams
what if I told you that you were the reason for all that.
what would you say
what would you do?
but the thing is
I will never tell you what is in my mind
I don't even tell my family
I'm in my own little dark tunnel
and I'm the one who has to find the light
but if I don't.
and you come to school on a Wednesday morning and the teacher tells you that I was found hanging from a rope
you were the reason
you murdered me
you killed my soul slowly
you are why I'm dead
but it was all just a fun game...right?