Waiting

Each story I tell,
Every day I live in this hell,
Is just another reason to kill myself.
No one’s really there.
Because no one really cares.
Sure they would cry for a little while,
But then I’ll be gone for good
It would give me more peace then anyone ever could.
Not having to worry or wonder.
Not having a care in the world.
Yeah right get real.
Every day you worry and wait.
Wait to see if she’s ok,
Wait to see if you’ll hear from him,
Wait to see if anyone will notice today.
Notice the marks that will never go away.
So now you sit and wonder and wait
And hope someone notices before it's too late