Hard to say
I told them that I am dying inside been at the edge before have spent nights looking at the sky Every time I run out of words when I try to say, I try. Don't look at me with hope Because I don't want to watch it die I spend the moments trying to lift my shoulders pull the corners of my mouth up And it's hard to pull off this act getting worse as the days go by becoming more of a stranger inside becoming more of an empty shell I am shouting and screaming "Take me away" But you don't see because it's dark where I hide In the morning I don't want to open my eyes But I do in hopes of finding the side What am I supposed to do When I pick a pen whose ink has dried.