My confessions

No one will ever love me, like I love them.

During the day you see a smile, you see a laugh.

but when the lights go out, you won’t know i’m crying from my past.
you won’t know how i sit up late, and relive every bad memory in my head.
you won’t know how i plan my death, cause i’d be better off dead.

you don’t know that i’m weak when everything thinks i’m strong.
and you don’t know that, the truth is everyone’s life’s would be better if i was gone.