I was only eight

when I wanted to precipitate

into the air

because I knew that nobody cared

I kept it all locked up inside

I knew I was good at hiding

because nobody suspected anything

but now I'm stuck in my mind

and I can't seem to find

a good place to hide

so I'm sorry if you have to see me cry

because I couldn't find the lock

to the door

that led to the clock

that ticked away my secrets

I might expose my weaknesses

and all of my regrets

and if you want me to get better

then send me to a therapist

maybe I will feel like I matter

or I'll disapear like mist

I want a place to hide

a place to want to die

besides the pillow that I lay on

every night

and take off the face that was a con

I don't put up a fight

when I drop the weight on my shoulders

for a small break 

I get colder and colder 

with every salt tear

that falls from my eyes

and releive all my fears

I scream and cry

but only on the inside