Why couldn't they see?
Why won't they help?
They could of at least talked to me.
It would have helped.
I hope I have your attention now,
because before I go, I wanted you all to know
just what it was, I couldn't take anymore.

I was tired of being sad
and yet didn't know what could make me laugh.
I was tired of being alone
and yet didn't want people around.
I was tired of holding the blame
and yet I needed a way to cope.
I was tired of having no friends
and yet I was to quiet to talk.
I was tired of crying constantly
and yet I had to release the pain.
I was tired of not knowing what was wrong
and yet not knowing how to make things right.
I was tired of hating myself
and most of all I was tired of being me.

Oh, now you care, now you want to talk.
Well, it's too late now.
You see, I found my own way.
A way to end my pain, but it's such a shame
that it took my death just to make you see.
When all you had to do was just ask.

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