Bad memories in my heart
What I'd give
For them to depart.

My only question is; what reason is there to live?
I face a lot of misery and pain
And I have no more love to give

I am left here sitting in my room with secrets I’ve kept
My feelings do not matter
I have no tears left

I need to leave; my body is here, but my mind is gone
I tell myself,
“You’ve done nothing wrong.”

But in the back of my head
A voice repeating over and over
“You’re worth it!”

The whole time I’ve felt like a disease
No one being around
Someone…help me, please!