Done
If I were to say goodbye tonight,
would anybody miss me?
If I were to cry tonight,
would anybody hear me?
If I were to hold a knife to my throat,
would anybody stop me?
You say my words to be for attention,
you say this as I lay broken on the ground.
Where’s the hand to help me up?
I struggle and scream,
but am punished for my words.
I promise today,
I am done.
(2013)
