darker times

Lately I have grown tired of life,
Used to open up to strangers in my mind,
Talked about my problems to the therapist inside,
Now I can't tell you my demons,
Can't give you any of my pieces,
I have imagined this a million times,
I explained my thoughts to a hundred little mice,
But I can't speak this time,
I can't tell you why I say I'm fine,

I can't remember what she wanted, what she felt,
Can't remember why she hoped for a better self,
Can't imagine anymore why I wanted help,
I don't know why I wanted to tell you,
That I call you and talk about the news
when I don't want to be here anymore,



I don't want to call you at night,
I don't want to tell you my fight,
I can't give you my pieces,
I just hope you can forgive me,
That I didn't trust you enough to save me,

There used to be a little girl,
She wanted to hope,
She wanted to cope,
She wanted someone to see her,
Someone to understand,
But today there's nothing left but an empty can,
All I see now is a black void,
cold in texture,
And dark in nature,
More still and quiet than life's ever been,



Please don't cry for me,
Please don't wish I had chosen differently,
I don't want you to remember me like this,
Just move on, redecorate