Should I crack open my chest, so you can understand, or will you ever understand, that my heart is far beyond repair. All I wanted was for you to care. I don’t fit in, in this world, in this town, on these streets. Will I ever stop running back? But tonight ill a sure it. This feeling crawls through my skin like the fucking plague. IM sick and its fatal. Can’t you see, In my eyes, in my attempts not to look at you. What do you want, a pretty girl, a beauty queen? Sorry I wasn’t what you’re looking for. I'm just a fucked up girl trying to find her place. And realizing I don’t belong here. There’s nothing but pain here, I smell it in the stillness of the air. You screamed to me, down the concrete, "I don’t care if you die". And I don’t prefer to live. Don’t worry, ill be gone in the morning. Our principle will come, concerned over the intercom. "One of our fellow students took her life last night…" ignore that feeling in your stomach, like you ignored me. Just another one not strong enough. Shrug your shoulders and brush me off. You were always good at that… You wont see me for a while. rest easy tonight.

You said "you do this to yer self". to answer your question. to be completely honest, "i did it for you".

its better when im not around and i know YOU"LL agree