Under The Summer Rain, I burned Away.

"Things will get better... i promise."

Oh, but how many times do you have to be told that,

how much longer, can you keep hoping for pointless things,

How many more times do you have to be hurt.



You sit there, once again with a razor to your wrist,

questioning what you're doing here, wanting to leave this earth,

wanting to go somewhere, somewhere that you can experience happiness.



You lock yourself in your room, you stand in front of the mirror,

you wonder what is wrong with you, why you're so different,

you've tried to be yourself, you've tried to be a fake,

you've tried everything,

well little girl, you're never going to fit in,

you're always going to be different, society hates people like you,

eventually you will stop trying so hard to fit in,

you will realize you have all the friends you need, and no one else is important.



You cry yourself to sleep every night, wanting someone to hold you,

wanting someone to tell you they love you, tell you everything will be alright,

Little girl, you already are loved, you already have someone to tell you they love you,

to tell you everything will be okay.

You don't realize, that you're friends are enough,

you don't realize, that just because you don't have someone to call your own,

someone to hold through the night, doesn't mean that no one loves you.



You thought you were in love with a friend, oh but how wrong you were.

You held it against him, when he wanted to ask someone else out,

You held it against him, even though, you are unable to be with him.

You expected him to put his life on hold, for you,

Little girl, how selfish can you be?

You don't love him as much as you think you do,

you are mad at him, because he is in love,

you are mad at everyone, everyone who smiles,

everyone who is happy, everyone who falls in love.

It hurts you watching your friends fall in love,

you want to hate them, you want to be mad,

But you can't can you? You love them far to much to be mad,

you then get confused, which leads to depression,

all because you want to be loved.



You foolish little girl, you cry over people, but, if they really care,

how could they make you cry?

If they really care, how can they keep hurting you, over and over.

Little girl, little girl, stop hanging on to people who don't matter,

you set yourself up to get hurt, how foolish can you be?



You cry to your friends at night, telling them you want to be normal,

my dear, you try to be normal, you try your hardest, you get upset,

because you don't know how to be normal,

then just the other day, you went to the doctor, who then sent you to the hospital,

and then you had to talk to a psych, who wanted to put you in the mental hospital.

Little girl, when you got home you cried,

you cried because you realized how far from normal you really are.

But, my dear, do you really want to be like them? Do you really want to just be another whore?

Another typical teenage snob, one of those people who make fun of you.



You have trouble with hiding your emotions, your friends ask you whats wrong,

you say you don't know, but, you do know, you know very well whats wrong,

you want to tell them, you really do, but your head is muddled, you can't explain it,

you then get more upset because you can't explain it, no matter how badly you need to.



You stay in bed all day, you don't go to school, you sit there, watching yourself throw your life away.

But what does it prove? you just let the people you don't like win.

People always ask why you don't go to school, but,

little girl, you don't know do you? you don't know whats so hard about it.



"for us to help you, you need to talk about things, and tell us the problem"

you don't know the problem do you? you don't know how to make things right.





What a foolish little girl i am.