Take the time…

You don’t understand,
you never do.
I try to explain,
but I can’t get through to you.

I tell you the truth
that I feel so depressed,
but you say I’m okay.
I thought you would know best.

So I sit in my room,
locked in my personal hell,
while you pretend it’s all good
and I do as well.

But I’m not okay,
and my friends know that, too,
but you can’t seem to see
what is right in front of you.

You say it’s a phase,
blame my friends for it all,
but you don’t understand
that this is not their fault.

I can’t live like this.
I can’t live this life,
and as much as I tried,
I can’t end it with a knife.

I know you’ve been through this,
that you ached so much more,
but I can’t help but wonder
don’t you know me at all!?

I thought you would get it,
why I’m acting this way,
but you don’t listen
to what I have to say.

You just ignore me,
pretend I’m alright.
I want this to end.
I feel like I might…

but I’m not as strong
as I’d like to be,
so I’ll act all normal
while I wait patiently

for my time to come
and I hope that it’s soon.
My friends understand;
I wish you could, too.

But you don’t understand,
and I know it’s not fair,
but sometimes I feel
like you don’t even care.

I feel all alone,
but I know that’s not true.
I have all my friends,
but I wish I had you.

I know with my friends
I’ll make it through this,
even though it feels like
my life’s falling to bits.

You don’t understand.
You never do,
but I hope with their help
I can make it through

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