Pick me up like the broken doll I am. Place me down with a gentile slam. Into my grave where I can be. To lie alone and rest in peace. The sounds of the house people and all. They wisper and sound through all my thick walls. The music in the background comes up through the vents. It is the silents that I want but it will never comence. To take away the dark the light creeps through my door. To take away all my afters and all of my befors. I remember how she said "I really do care." Like she was hiding behind her eyes with a deep lying stare. I look back up with no feeling at all. "Don't fucking lie to me don't fucking watch me fall." "Just let me in you life just let me know!!" "why? So you can treat me like shit I'ed rather just let you go." "Some times I just can't love you, you make me want to die." "WELL FUCK YOU, FUCK LIFE, AND FUCK WHY!!!!" So lay me in my grave I don't want to die on the floor. I don't want to live to let you hate me even more.