Fire or water?
I'm not sure which one to choose.
Burn away my trouble's or drown in my own sadness?
Can someone please tell me what to do?

Run or hide?
How bout both?
But is it it the best choice?
Live or die?
Live with their cruelty and hope to survive?
Or die and leave this awful world behind?

Sticks and stones can break my bones but your words can't hurt me.
That's a big lie! Their words are sharper than knives, leaving me bleeding on the inside, barely able to breathe.

Mean remarks and hurtful statements.
Conversations filled with threats, harsh truth, and resentment.
Is that even healthy communication?
When they ask i lie and say we're friends.
Seriously! How much more messed up could i be?

You know there's a wall in my room, filled with poems I wrote in pain.
See my problems is i don't fix things, i just try to repaint.
But what's the point, it's still gonna be there.
But who cares? No one needs to see the person that I am.
But even if I cover it up, it's not going anywhere.
Do you understand?

You see when I die,...